Our world is filled with people that have a sense of entitlement. People who can’t afford luxuries complain if they don’t get them and expect others to pay for them. A lot of times kids, even kids that are being raised in low-income homes, expect a hand-out and get mad when there isn’t one. I often get so infuriated that these people feel like they deserve things just because they want them. But my anger quickly turns to sadness because I realize that these people are missing out on the “little things."
I had a great childhood, but our family was not one that had extra money. Things got better as I got older, but for most of my life, I remember being *that kid* that went down every aisle of the grocery store (my favorite thing to do, btw) and ask for every single thing. I don’t know why I never seemed to grasp the meaning of “we don’t have money for that” or “no, not this time.” Despite hearing these things every time I asked, I continued to do it. One day, I must have been 6 or 7, I went with Papa to K-Mart to get some car part or something else Papa needed. They had a concession stand type thing at the front of the store and a big Icee machine. Every time we went to K-Mart, I asked for one of those. Every time. You already know the answer I got! Well, this time, I asked again and was shocked beyond belief when Papa said he’d buy me one. We waited in line and got an Icee, and I thought I was in heaven. Not one to stop while I’m ahead, I saw the photo booth by the exit door so as we started to pass it, I asked if we could get our pictures taken in the booth. Papa said okay to that, too! I was so happy, as you can see in the picture below.
It was such a small thing – a trip to K-Mart with an Icee and some pictures – but it is something that has been etched in my mind ever since. It’s the “little things” that really matter.
*I have the other three somewhere and couldn't find them! :(