There are times when I look around and kept help but think that I’m being fooled. When I come home to a hot meal, a warm bed and a family that loves me, I realize, what if things might have been different? As someone from a well-off background I’ve never really tasted sheer desperation, or really had to knock on wood. What if i contracted malignant Mesothelioma the next day? Would my beliefs be the same? Would I still believe in the good in the supernatural forces governing the universe? Would I still believe in inter-connectivity and that everything happens for a reason?

This is why I have the utmost respect for people who come from a tough background. People who have had to whether seemingly impossible trials and tribulations and have had to answer the most important question of the human condition: why? Why does this happen to me – to people who have done nothing but lead noble and empathetic lives? It is for this reason that I believe it is so much more meaningful when these people are able to choose hope over anger and emptiness upon being faced with that question.