What's left is a jumble of thoughts about wealth and the distribution of, consideration and to whom and how it's paid. It's truly humbling for me to be involved, albeit very marginally, in such situations so that I could essentially be a fly on the wall.
The Chinese civil service worker who walked me home one night, who said a couple of times that she thought my life was wonderful. She might actually have a point. Not how good I have it, materially speaking (faaaaaaar from it), but how much I'm learning about life and people and society and the human heart. It's tiring, but very, very interesting.
And I was so thankful that my son sat in the high chair of the fancy banquet room and fed himself all the pieces of food that I would periodically place in front of him as I actually had a formal, adult meal of my own with all the other adults. For more than an hour. Thank you, thank you, my child.
