I am stunned by my own greed.

I mean, I'm not that greedy, not by western standards, but in comparison to what I have seen I feel like gobbling, munching, drooling consumption machine and it makes me ill to think of all the food I have wasted in the past, simply because it wasn't perfect or what I had expected.

The thing is my cousin sent me an email (power point pres.) and it consisted of images of starving children, some pictures that I was familiar with and some I wish I had never laid eyes on.

They were emaciated to unbelievable proportions, literally skin draped over bones, beautiful dark eyes, sunken and pleading. Some were simply to weak to move others were so desperate they ate rotting scraps from the street or in the worst case I have ever seen in my sheltered, privileged life, one skeletal child knelt at the backside of a bony cow, waiting for the waste that had once been the cow's feed to nourish him. He was also so malnourished that he drank and washed in the animals urine.

Tonight I complained about choosing what to have for dinner. I couldn't make up my mind and it miffed me off. To think that I was annoyed about having a choice of what to eat, having a choice whether to eat or not. I am ashamed and I made such a fuss, when there are little kids who would relish in my table scraps.

I may not be able to do anything for these children, but I'm gonna make damn sure my kids learn the value of food and the easy life they live. I will never look at my food the same way again.