We moved often, shared clothing, were gifted food at times and like many children, used our imagination to make something from nothing. I feared the unknown not wanting to explore outside of what I had. It was a simple life but we had each other.
I could not comprehend the road ahead, mostly wishing for that elusive magic ball telling me what was in store.
Many years later, I look back to where things started and how each tiny event I've witnessed made me richer than the almighty dollar.
I have amazing friends and family, that without condition love and accept me, even with my flaws. I have a roof over my head to keep me dry, clothing on my back to keep me warm and food to sustain me. I have my sight, my voice and my ears. I have a choice in life, for life with life.
My children are my legacy, which not a single person can buy. I've not spent a dollar on this, which I will admit every day I pay dividends into.
I do my best to teach compassion, love and understanding. I do my best to show patience and empathy, forgiveness and love.
I'll show how to give without spending a dime, by investing my life with those who have the desire to make a change in this world. No one, no matter what you do deserves anything other than respect. From the person who cleans the bathroom to the one who runs a company.
I may not be perfect, each moment, each day but I am okay with this.
Being rich is not about how much you have, but about how much you can give.
Nicky
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