I live in one of those neighborhoods on the edge of a town with a large gap between the middle class and those who are not as fortunate. There is a “discount” grocery store which is halfway between my house and the Acme, and when we get busy and just need one or two things, I’ll stop into that discount grocery store.
I watched as a father and his ten year old daughter added up everything they put into their cart (which was not full), and then watched as he had to convince her it was okay to get an orange from the produce section.
When I left it really put the little things in my life into perspective. I remember being hungry as a kid, and wearing hand me downs for the first fifteen years of my life, but it is so easy to forget the everyday struggles and not be grateful for what we have.