The life I live is someone else’s dream– that’s what I’ve realized

It’s 11 : 03 AM on day 2474 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray, read Ephesians 5:25, have breakfast and promote my 50 New Feet Campaign benefiting MiracleFeet – between today and yesterday Anonymous 1 and Anonymous 2 donated $150 between them (thanks to them them both) which brings the total raised to $810 only $11 690 more to raise in 359 days to help 50 kids with clubfoot )won’t be easy but very doable with God in me) .

This morning our housekeeper described to me something horrible that happened to her friend’s son and she said her friend just laughed off the heinous abuse of her son in that moment I realized that although our housekeeper and I live in the same country we live in two different worlds she’s told me of gang rapes and other stuff I can neither unhear nor unimagine I’m surprised I sleep at all her stories are in my head and when I’m with her I’m acutely aware of my middle-class privilege I try not to feel guilty about it but it’s hard knowing that had I been born to different parents that would have been me.