I could have seen it as just an incovenicence. It still is. With the bathroom mirror in my living room, a hole in the floor and wall, a vanity removed and no working sink.
But that water swept into my life with a wave of grattitude. After years of seeing commercials and short films of mamas walking for miles to a well, or babies dying for want of water, I needed to be inconvenienced myself to understand.
To appreciate how nearly every hour I refill my bottle with cold, clean water. How I can wash and clean and water at my will. I have so much to be grateful for.
And like most Americans who should live in a sense of constant grattitude and celebratoion, I am ungrateful.
Until a messenger came to snap me out of my bubble via a leak in my bathroom floor.
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