Saturday, 26 November 2011


I used to think I was poor.  Then they told me I wasn't poor, I was needy.  Then they told me it was self-defeating to think of myself as needy, I was deprived.  (Oh, not deprived, but rather, underprivileged.)  Then they told me that under privileged was overused.  I was disadvantaged.  I still don't have a dime, but I have a great vocabulary.  

God made human beings individually unique, yet equal.  For when it rains, we all get wet.

2 comments:

  1. Oh so true. I love how words can obliterate the reality of what is honestly happening and how nature can bring justice to all things. : )

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