At some point in my life, I bought into the misconception that I was due to receive “my fair share.”
Maybe it was when my grandparents came to visit my brother and I…and brought two soccer balls with them. Obviously, one ball was for me, the other was for my brother. Getting one of the two balls only seemed to be right…it was my fair share.
If my family of four sat down to dinner, and there were four ears of corn…obviously, I would receive one ear of corn. It was my fair share.
But somewhere along the line, I began to feel a false sense of entitlement. Maybe it was when I became the father of two. It was about that time that if dinner consisted of four pieces of chicken, then I assumed the larger piece belonged to me…it was my fair share. If dinner consisted of five pieces of chicken, then two pieces belonged to me…again, it was my fair share.
Sadly, as I matured, I grew to claim more and more of life to be my fair share. I failed to understand that I was actually, just one member in a world-wide family of 6.8 billion individuals.
So, if I am only one…of among 6.8 billion brothers and sisters…just what exactly is “my fair share?”
Suddenly that bowl of Cheerios that I just nonchalantly swallowed seems to have been far more than my fair share.
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My fair share
29
May
