Sometimes we forget how lucky we are. We think we had difficult parents, that our friends did us wrong, that our boss is a pain in the neck, that we grew up in the wrong neighbourhood and therefore need to be tough. Sometimes we like to play war.
And sometimes we forget that the vast majority of us had a chance to experience innocence.
This morning, Ishmael Beah reminded me of our indisputable fortune in his witty story reported by The Moth, which can be found here
Thank you, "unusual", sophisticated Ishmael.
