The First Day of Winter
By on June 6, 2010 10:24 PM
There are so many things I take for granted on a daily basis - my health and good fortune to name a few. Often, it's only when I'm confronted with the injustice and prejudice that exists in the world, that I then stop and reflect upon the greatness in my life.
Hence, I was fortunate enough to be raised in the first world and just so happen to live in Australia - the 'lucky country'. I do not suffer political or religious discrimination, but rather I am encouraged to exercise my freedom of movement, expression and speech - daily. Furthermore, I have access to education, resources, and health care and am surrounded by countless opportunities.
I am blessed with abundance, my life is full and my cup overflows.
Last Friday Hoover came home from school waving this piece of paper in her hand. She was bursting with pride as she had just composed her first sentence, unaided. As I held the crumpled sheet of paper in my hand I was reminded of how fortunate I am to have received the gift of literacy. A skill I use daily and could not live without, but one I also take for granted.
I am thankful for many things in my life, but that which I am truly grateful for is my parent's choice to immigrate to this country so that their children could have greater choices in life. I value the great education I received at their expense and treasure the ability to read and write, because without this basic ability and gift I am powerless.
My daughter is now reaping the benefit of this choice and I have no doubt in my mind that she too will be powerful one day.
Hence, I was fortunate enough to be raised in the first world and just so happen to live in Australia - the 'lucky country'. I do not suffer political or religious discrimination, but rather I am encouraged to exercise my freedom of movement, expression and speech - daily. Furthermore, I have access to education, resources, and health care and am surrounded by countless opportunities.
I am blessed with abundance, my life is full and my cup overflows.
Last Friday Hoover came home from school waving this piece of paper in her hand. She was bursting with pride as she had just composed her first sentence, unaided. As I held the crumpled sheet of paper in my hand I was reminded of how fortunate I am to have received the gift of literacy. A skill I use daily and could not live without, but one I also take for granted.
I am thankful for many things in my life, but that which I am truly grateful for is my parent's choice to immigrate to this country so that their children could have greater choices in life. I value the great education I received at their expense and treasure the ability to read and write, because without this basic ability and gift I am powerless.My daughter is now reaping the benefit of this choice and I have no doubt in my mind that she too will be powerful one day.











