this morning i am watching a pbs special on nomadic reindeer herders, and i've just had an acute moment of awareness. there are children who are raised literally on the backs of horses and donkeys, as their parents roam the countryside.
all that and here i am lying on the couch watching tv and drinking wine, being a spectator to these peoples' lives. isn't it interesting that there's a little girl half way across the world, gripping her mother so she won't fall, and there's me over here living my cushy american life?
...and neither of us will ever be able to fully understand--or even truly begin to wrap our minds around the other's experience.