I have thought many, many times that I was lucky to have escaped my crash with as few injuries as I did. A broken wrist that required only 6 weeks in a splint and no surgery. A separated shoulder that just needed three - six months of recovery time. I am very blessed.
Why is it that some of the craziest people escape injury and others stumble into it in a fluke? Why is it that some children are born in safe loving environments and others are born addicted to Crack cocaine? What separates triumph from tragedy, disease from health, and hardship and luxury is not much.
Perhaps you've seen the children's book "If the World Were a Villiage" by David J. Smith or the studies by various people. It is eye opening when one considers the world if it contained only 100 people.
This is pretty eye opening . . . heart wrenching . . . sad for those of us privileged 1%. I suppose that no matter how large this world may be (billions upon billions of people) this earth is still a village. The ratios of privilege do not change when we consider the millions of Americans around us that we think of as normal.
52 are female 48 are male
70 non-whites and 30 whites
70 non-Christians and 30 Christians
6 persons possess 59 % of the world’s wealth
50 of the village inhabitants live on 2 dollars a day and 25 live on 1 dollar a day
50 persons suffer from malnutrition
70 persons are illiterate
80 persons live in poor-quality housing
20 inhabitants control 86 % of the GNP and 74 % of the telephone lines
11 persons have a car
1 person(yes, only 1) has a college education
Check that . . . we are abnormally blessed. What are you doing with it?