I’ve been hungry before. I know the dull emptiness in my stomach and the dizziness in my head that comes from it. I’ve been hungry for most of my teenage years.
But I’ve never starved.
When I eat, I eat till I’m full. I finish as much as I take. There’s always enough, or a little more than enough, for second or third helpings, to share, or to leave for tomorrow. Most times I have a meal, I leave the table satisfied. I’ve never starved, yet for some people starvation is all they know. For some people, even in the rare moments when you have enough for everyone, you live in the fear that it won’t last. And that starvation will come again.
I don’t know what that’s like. I’m glad I don’t.
I have known disappointment, disgust, regret, rage and grief. And awful as those things may seem, it could be a whole lot worse.
I’m just thankful that I’ve never starved.