I think about all of the families whose fathers, brothers, husbands and wives are serving overseas, unsure if they’ll ever come home. I think about all of the poor children around the world born into a life they didn’t choose for themselves, but may never be able to escape. Even today, I think about my former colleagues who also lost their jobs, but have children to raise, mortgages to pay, and so many other responsibilities that I thankfully don’t have to endure right now. The last person to feel sorry for right now is me. It could be worse.