I’m in a good place, birthday-wise. I guess that I am about where I imagined I might have been, at this age, or something…
I feel very fortunate to have lived as I have to this point, and I look forward to what the future brings.
But the point is, I’m in a very small minority of people for whom birthdays mean that.
For too many people, achieving another year of life is a hard-fought battle. Without enough food, or good medical care, or safety, additional years of life are anything but inevitable.
And that sucks.
This year, Sam helped me pick out the charity towards which we’ll funnel my birthday presents, including any that any of you are generous enough to share. He likes the very concrete translation of a dollar amount to a specific purchase–he’s particularly fond of the emergency nutrition and anything involving medicine (especially if delivered on motorcycles–he LOVES the motorcycles) and less enamored of the school uniforms, even though I think he understands their importance.
We chose CARE, but, really, if you have your favorite hunger and poverty-combating organization, in the U.S. or around the world, go with that.
Help someone else live to celebrate a birthday.
And thank you, from this birthday girl.