Richness

This time last week I was in Mexico wondering if/when the hurricane would hit. Would we be OK, would people die, would there be serious damage to areas it went through. I lay in bed that night praying for protection, for my family, for the people in the path of the hurricane. It scared me.

Mexico was definitely a new experience; the people, food, culture, sights and sounds, wildlife. It was so different from where I grew up or where I live now.

And there was one thing that really moved me when I was there; the last evening Lindsay and I went out for dinner down at the marina and while we were eating I saw a woman in front of the restaurant obviously selling homemade touristy knick knacks. She looked about my age and had 2 small children with her, I'm guessing a 3 yr old and a 5 yr old. So it's early evening and this is something she needs to do to make ends meet. I can't imagine having to do that, at the end of a tiring day with 2 small children, go out and earn some more money WITH MY KIDS. It made me think about how rich we are in Canada and the UK.

I know I am rich because I have the luxury of a roof over my head, food in my cupboard and clean water to drink.