I often feel guilty for being so fortunate. I was born here, have two arms, two legs, eyesight, hearing and a somewhat stable mind. I'm strong and able, have a good job and good friends. I have the choice of eating what I want and the availability of food in abundance, and the means to get it. Sometimes I hate that I have so much! I feel like I should give it all up.

Other times, though... I think about what I can do with what I have. I can make a difference for other people. Maybe they will be those less fortunate people in my own neighborhood or town, or maybe they'll be someplace else. Either way, my ultimate goal is to spend my time helping people. I'll still be a snowflake in the avalanche, but I'll know that I'm doing some good while I'm being forced along. That's the best I can do.