It’s a beautiful Saturday morning down here in the deep south – that ideal time between the start of a very temperate and short spring and the beginning of a very hot and long summer. Inspiring.
Inspired me enough to start some spring cleaning. As I’ve been working, and flitting between housework, washing clothes, and sharing some of my “sage” (wink wink) words of wisdom on FaceBook and here, I got hungry. Well, folks, I responded to myself, and got something to eat. As I was eating my lovely little egg, it popped into my head how privileged I am to even have a spare egg. I thought about the millions right here in this country who would love to be able to just “grab” something to eat when hunger strikes.
The reality of it is though that these less fortunate people can’t do what I did. There just isn’t enough food in their houses. They’ve surely learned to live with hunger pangs to the point of no return where no hunger is felt. Nutrition is still needed though to live, so somehow they must manage to feed their bodies…somehow, and with some help that certain people right here in the United States of America would like to see abolished.
For people on my level who can easily get food, we simply view it as our birthright, and don’t give it much thought. On those days or evenings when we have “cravings”, but don’t know exactly what it is we want to eat….think about those who are long past the ability to feel food cravings, much less hunger pangs.
