No one felt this simple truth in his guts than I.
These learnings are seared into my existence.
No one values money than I do.
No one hates poverty than me.
I don't want to be rich. But money gives me dignity.
Dignity is more precious than life.
I knew days when half a loaf of dry bread was luxury. Having two meals a day was security.
Today I can afford cheese from Belgium, bread from France.
I can afford to dine at the Sangri La daily.
Do I want them? Hell, no. I enjoy my dal and vat better than any food in the world.
But I CAN. That matters.
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