The Litany of the Spoiled American

At home I might gripe about the grocery store not having my brand of bread,

Here I am grateful to have bread.

At home I'm prone to whine about the brief walk to my car in winter,

Here I am grateful I have a warm coat to help me make the 1/2 mile walk to the grocery store

At home, I was likely to complain if my fruit were bruised,

here I rejoice when I don't find a worm or maggot in it.

At home, I grumbled about the washer and dryer being in the basement instead of upstairs,

here I AM the washer and dryer.

At home, I didn't think twice about buying a starbucks coffee every morning,

here I think twice, three times, four times -- and I spend that money on food for hungry people instead.

At home, I felt sympathy for the animals in the local animal shelters,

Here I rejoice that our adopted strays survived another night of below zero temps outdoors.

At home, I could ignore the needs of others if I wanted to,

Here it is impossible.

At home, I knew all my needs would be met,

Here I wait on God to meet them.

At home, I was considered a selfless, kind person who did for others,

Here I realize I was just one more spoiled American.

One of far too many.