|Me and a couple friends|
This is always a dangerous thing because at one point in the presentation he even talked about the importance of words and how they told a story. The story had to be engaging enough to keep the audience (in this case, specifically me) focused and involved so they would not be thinking about other things. So, with that being said, I really was paying attention. I took a few notes to remind myself of what I wanted to ponder later, and then... I did!
First of all, I believe opportunity and privilege could be used interchangeably. And I think many of us focus on these two words often in the context of what we DON'T have. Perhaps will never have. And therefore, we may end of feeling "less than", or as if we are missing something. But I started thinking about it from a different angle. Even different time frames, and I came up with a different viewpoint.
Where I am at in life right now, is very comfortable. I am "privileged" in a number of ways. I enjoy the full benefits of being employed (monthly paycheck, health insurance, holidays, etc). I am privileged to have a husband who loves and respects me; I am privileged to be a parent to six children - all of whom enjoy good health and of whom I get to see fairly regularly. I am privileged to be a "Mimi" to five grandkids I would not trade for all the gold in China (bad example based on recent stock market activity but you get my drift). I have a beautiful home, a bad-ass car, the benefits of a post-graduate education, good friends, etc. etc. etc. I really could go on and on.
|The younger years!|
So let's dial it back a few years. When I was growing up my mother worked two jobs to ensure we had food on the table and a roof over our head. My siblings and I all enjoyed good health and grew up "fighting" close. We saw our grandma every week for as long as she was living and we all had bicycles, radios, Monopoly games and whatever other "age appropriate" toys were around at that point in time.
I will tell you that my life then and my life now look very different. Some folks would say I was "under-privileged" growing up. Our house was small, our clothes were few and we all got jobs by the time we were 15 to offset some of the expenses of growing up. I am certain at the time I wanted more than I had. But even then, I had so much more than a very large population. When I read about kids going hungry, homeless, suffering from terminal illness, I am reminded that I am and have been "privileged" my entire life. I guess my point is sometimes we are so busy wishing we had more, we forget to be thankful for what we have.
Certainly not a life without loss (never promised), or challenges (have had my share of hard times) but upon reflection, a life rich with privilege, and opportunity.
I don't know a lot but this much I know for sure. Given the amount of blessings I have enjoyed over the years, it would certainly be my privilege to recognize opportunities where I can give back.
Please join me.
Until next time,