We had an all staff meeting in our Mae Sot office yesterday. In the morning our boss was sharing about the rice crisis in an area of Karen State. She described that they were eating “rice porridge” for most meals, which consists of a small bit of rice, a large bit of water, and some “vegetables” that are foraged in the nearby brush. It has relatively no nutritional value.
It was her last sentence, though, that stuck out to me: “It’s the lucky ones who have regular rice for one meal a day.”
How often would we consider a bowl of “regular rice” to amount to our good fortune? And how amazingly blessed am I for the vegetables, rice, spices, and bread that I’ve consumed today?
And isn’t it funny how one sentence can remain with you, as if its simply hanging in the air; reminding me to be thankful, reminding me to pray, reminding me to hope.
Wow. I have no words. Yes, I need this reminder.
What a statement. We are such wealthy people and don’t think of much of what we have. I will remember this for a while.