We Americans are blessed. We are more blessed than we can even begin to realize. We have more than we could ever want or need readily available to us at any moment. Most of us have access to clean drinking water, a warm place to sleep, and thousands of foods we can't even pronounce. Many of us could not even tell you where our trash goes after the garbage truck comes and picks it up.
Last week on the news they spoke of a city just north of Dallas trying to save money, cutting back on residential trash collection. Instead of coming twice per week, the garbage trucks would only come around once. The reaction? A young woman, not much older than Tiffany and me, was complaining that this cutback will result in disgusting living situations. Apparently her small family in suburban Dallas produces so much trash in one week that it needs to be picked up at least twice per week. In Peoria our trash was collected every Friday, and our family of 7 (6 of whom are male) definitely contributed our share of trash, but our living situation was not "disgusting".
Isn't it interesting that we take our blessings for granted, only realizing them when they are taken away? But even once-weekly trash collection is better than the majority of people in the world. Just ask those living in the squatter camps or shanty towns of the world. Not only do they lack any sort of trash pick up, they often are located where the trash is taken.
Indeed, we are blessed. And once-weekly trash collection is a great example of this blessing.
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Now, if we could only convince our neighbor upstairs to actually put her trash in the dumpster instead of on the deck - so it stops raining chicken bones and tampon boxes onto our patio!
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