I mean that literally, unlike Phil Collins’ song about the plight of the homeless. I spent the past few days in Anse Marcel (photo above) on the Caribbean island of St. Martin. The title of Collins’ song is a reminder of how hard it is to enjoy good fortune without reflecting on those who don’t have it.
I admit, I didn’t spend all that much time in St. Martin thinking about the suffering of others (although like many Caribbean islands, St. Martin is a collage of first-world luxury and third-world poverty). There is plenty of time to do that now that I’m home.
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