Lately, every time I find myself in a position where I’m served by another human being – typically in restaurants or hotels – I find myself wondering – what was the main driver of my being in this place of privilege?
Nearly every time, the answer that follows is “Dumb luck.”
Most of us in places of relative privilege won the birth lottery.
With great privilege should come great humility and responsibility. So, the question that follows is always – what am I doing to make it count?