In Africa a frail women balances a clay pot on her head, carrying cloudy water to her four children so they can have a drink of water to fill their grumbling bellies.
In Iraq a small boy is cowering behind his rusted shack, covering his ears in a weak attempt to block out the screaming and the roar of bombs that terrorizes his home village.
In China a teenage girl gags on the toxic air, forced to wear a mask just to breathe and walk down the overcrowded streets.
In Mexico a toddler plays with a broken bottle he found on the beach, among the heaps of trash washed up onto the shore.
In India a nine year old girl is sold by her family into slavery so they could pay for their son’s education.
Yet in Canada I get up and drink a big glass of water from my well.
In Canada I’ve only watched action movies with the explosions of guns and bombs.
In Canada I walk outside in the morning surrounded by pines and maple trees and inhale the crisp air.
In Canada I put out my garbage every Thursday morning so it can disappear when the truck comes.
In Canada I have my own education where an unlimited world of knowledge awaits me.
I’ve been blessed to live in Canada, a paradise too many take for granted.
From the Heart of Life 