Amid the Covid-19 crisis, there’s a general air of despair around the globe.
The death toll is rising in my country. The number of people demanding to go back to work is rising. The number of people starving and wishing for something to eat is rising.
I think one good thing that has come out of this crisis is being grateful for everything I have.
My father is still able to work from home and earn money for us. My mother is still able to go to the markets and buy groceries home to put food on the table. My sister and I are still able to use our computers, phones, and television when people around the globe don’t have these privileges.
There’s not much I can do to help them from my desk and no money to spare. And believe me, I want to. (But as a teenager… you unfortunately have to learn that you don’t get free reign over somethings.)
So this is what I’m doing. I’m counting my blessings because we’re one of the lucky ones out there. Sure, we go through hardships.
Hell, my dad lost his job last summer, but he found a new one, and he’s still working.
There’s so many that are jobless right now. Too many.
And I’m lucky to have money still coming in. Food still being placed at our table. Neighbors who look out for each other.
We’re lucky, I guess, is what I’m trying to say.
We don’t have to sacrifice our food so others can eat. We don’t have to wonder when we’re going to get our job back. We don’t even have to wonder how we’re going to survive when we don’t even have a home.
We’re not the ones having to work around the clock to keep people alive. We don’t have to stand behind those cash registers, wondering when we’re going to be next to fall to the deadly coronavirus pandemic. We don’t even have to sit in an empty restaurant, despairing for your money income, for your employee income.
So count your blessings.
I’m counting mine.
Lots of love, and bless those front-line workers,