Coming out of the National Civil Rights Museum, after spending time staring at the spot with Dr. King was literally assassinated, I'm struggling to listen to a white gentleman in Houston complain that his tea isn't sweet, and he has to add sugar to it.
I know these things aren't really related, and the gentleman in question isn't mad, just observing, but I also think about how easy myself, and many others have it in the US. And how much others struggle to just live their lives.
I suspect most people I know here are blessed in ways they often don't think about, and they are lucky in ways they don't often consider.
I count my blessings often, remembering that but for some strokes of luck (timing, birth place, gender, genetics, parents, teachers, coaches, and more), I could have had struggles in life.
Ultimately, my life is amazing. I have no problems. Annoyances and minor challenges, but no real problems. I hope many of you understand just how luck you are.
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