Today, on what seems like the umpteenth day of near-freezing temperatures and single-digit wind chills, I realized that I haven’t even expressed my gratitude for the basics. When it is this cold outside, and particularly when it is this cold for so many days and nights in a row, I can’t stop thinking about all the people in the world who don’t have a warm place to spend the day or sleep, all the people who, while I am putzing around on the internet, are trying to figure out where to spend the night or how to get some food or how to get clean.
I am so very grateful that I have never known want, not a single day of my life. I have never had to think about where I would eat or sleep or where I would get clothes or a bath. I have never been faced with the choice of whether to pay my electric bill or buy groceries.
I have been incredibly fortunate in so many ways, my entire life, but particularly where the basics are concerned. Tonight, when I crawl into my bed in my heated home and pull my sheet, my fleece blanket, and my comforter up over my shoulders, I will be thinking of all those who don’t have these comforts. And I will be grateful.