Living Inspired.

"If I Were A Rich Man (Woman)."

....I just did an impersonation of Topol dancing in the barn from Fiddler on the Roof.  Good thing no one is around.

  This month I have been spending my money like none other (Insert "Got Money" by Lil' Wayne...'if you got money and you know it, take it out your pocket and show it. This a waayyy, thatta waayyy)'. Sasha and I find ourselves at the Bazaar (market) maybe three times a week. Of course, everything is MUCH cheaper than it is in America. Here are a few things I've purchased in the past 2 weeks: gum,perfume,daisies,roses,Sprites,Nestea,marshootka tickets,cakes,candies,earrings,hairdryer,batteries,face cream,bread,cookies,coffee,hotdogs,french fries...the list goes on and on. Not all of this has been just for me, I've shared some of my "wealth" with the kiddos and Sasha. Not a problem.

As Sasha and I were walking around the Bazaar, we passed an elderly woman who was sitting on the side of the road begging for money. Sasha took some change out of his pocket, and placed it in her hand. My soul smiled at the act of generosity towards this woman. I'm sure someone is going to stop after that sentence and say, "HE GAVE HIS MONEY TO HER? WHAT IF SHE SPENDS IT ON CIGARETTES OR ALCOHOL..." My answer to that? It's not for us to worry about. It's not what that woman is going to do with "our" (or should I say, Abba's money), it's the gift of love and compassion that was given. 

After Sasha gave the money, something hit me hard. Here I am blowing cash like there's no tomorrow while there are people walking around me who don't have secure jobs, warm homes, food to eat. I have never thought that I was a spoiled girl, but in the bigger picture? I am a spoiled girl. I have grown up in a country with wealth and have known nothing else. I have come to this country as a "rich" woman. The question here is...would I be stable if all my money was gone, if I had nothing but the clothes on my back, if I had to sleep on the streets? What a thought.