the corner office

I was clicking through blogs and came across John Scalzi's post: Being Poor. His post hits you hard, and the long, long list of replies of other people's experiences hit you even harder.

I've never been "poor", but in a single-parent family we grew up having to 'be careful', learning to appreciate the value of things and sometimes making do with just a bit less than others around us did. I know that my mom made a lot of sacrifices to make sure that my sister and I didn't go without. I can't pretend to fully understand the desperation and want that some of these people have suffered through, (and definitely not the even more wretched desperation that many people in my own country suffer through), but some of these comments do strike a personal chord.

Being humbled by the reminder of how fortunate we are for the things we do have, and often take for granted, is no bad thing.