The luckiest people of all

I was watching TV, a film of a young girl in Africa struggling to manoeuvre a large plastic container, full of water onto her back and then to toil up the hilly path and home. 

The water hole was nothing more than a small puddle of water fed, contaminated with feces, a hole filled with dirty water completely unfit for human consumption. Yet as I write, this girl and others like her will set out on the 3 mile trek to the spring and the 3 mile struggle home. 

It is almost impossible to imagine a life like this as I fill the kettle from the tap in the kitchen it is almost unimaginable  to equate our lives, to find any way of comprehending her existence. 

The luck of the draw, a right of birth and yet we the privileged few still feel unhappy, discontented, down on our luck. 

If our health is holding out and we have at least minimal finances to cover the basics we should be happy that our parents, had parents who had parents who started the long journey to sufficiency and we, the beneficiaries are, as the song goes :- 

"the luckiest people of all"