Earlier today, my dad and I were having a conversation about keeping fit. He was telling me of his plans to buy some exercising equipment, and I began to tell him about some exercises he could do, pending when he eventually gets the equipment that he wants.
One of the things I had talked to him about was walking, and after I mentioned that, he had told me that most evenings, he tries to walk around the sitting room for a couple of minutes. We eventually ended the conversation, and that was that.
But later this evening, I was replaying that entire conversation in my head and realized how not grateful enough I've been. You see, about fifteen years ago, we used to live in the ghetto, where it was basically just one room with all of us in it. We had a public toilet that we were sharing with basically the entire street because the bathroom had no door, and there was a bar opposite where our public bathroom was.
So whenever these guys would go drink at the bar, and they needed to relieve themselves, they would casually stroll into our bathroom and make use of it without flushing. So that place was always a mess, and we made use of it (along with everyone else in the compound) every day for years.
But fast-forward to a few years later, and everything about our situation has changed, positively too. My dad just made a statement about how he jogs around in our living room; that should tell you how big the place is, and yet I didn't react like it was nothing, almost totally forgetting where we came from and how we got here.
Anyway, I guess today's blog is about giving myself a bit of a reality check to be more grateful about how far we've come and how well we've done because it sure wasn't easy getting to this level.
