Wednesday, January 12, 2011

It's Not Fair

In an interview with the London Telegraph in November, PJ O'Rourke said something interesting:

He said his teenage daughter was complaining, "'Life is not fair, life is not fair.' I got fed up. I said, 'You're cute. That's not fair. You're smart—that's not fair. Your family's well off—that's not fair. You were born in the U.S.—that's not fair. Darling, you better get down on your knees and pray that things don't start getting fair for you.'"

Hello, perspective.

I've never been one to expect life to be exactly the way I want it (or what some people call "fair"), but I'll admit that I've had my moments. Most of them involve wondering why I wasn't born rich and famous. You know, because that seems to work out so well for those kids. *insert sarcastic smirk here*

But then I realize: I was born rich, comparatively. I had clothes and food. I went to school. We weren't well-off by America's standards, but we had what we needed. I often wonder how I had the good fortune to be born where I was. Then I realize it's not good fortune at all; God put me here for a reason. He put me in a country where people have a voice (which I'm using) and opportunity (which I'm sadly not using).

My life is unfair. Not to me, but to the people of the world who live with poverty and oppression. It's not fair that I live like a queen while others can't feed their kids or have a roof over their heads.

What can I do about this? Hmm. I made some loans through Kiva.org the other day. Not sure it's a giant step, but it's a step. I sponsor two children (Sofia in El Salvador and Margaret in Zambia). Another baby step. If I were given $1 million, I know I'd be the only millionaire in the world with empty pockets (and not Hammer style). Silly bleeding heart of mine.

What more can I do? What do you do? I'll take suggestions!

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