It was going to be pure freedom for one whole week.
But as the days went on and conversations with the cruise employees built, I began to feel selfish at the fact that I was in a position to have the luxury on being waited on. Don't get me wrong, it was really nice. But at the same time these people left their families to work their tails off, probably making very little money, living in the bottom of a ship, and tending to needy Americans' wants.
I realized that I was the lucky one. Born into a world of freedom and luxuries that I take for granted every day. I began feeling guilty that someone else was making up my bed. I even felt guilty using the toilet in front of a Haitian that probably had no toilet in her home.
I enjoyed hearing their stories of their family, their food, their home.
It was a wonderful vacation where I saw different cultures, zip-lined across the jungle, climbed a waterfall, swam with dolphins and stingrays, and enjoyed my family.
More importantly it was humble experience bringing me appreciation for all the blessings that have been bestowed upon me.
|The Miami skyline in the sunset.|
I am working on having a contented mind.