I do not live on a shattered island nation in the middle of the Caribbean.
I do not have to walk over dead bodies today.
I do not have to cover my nose and mouth to keep from gagging on the stench of rotting flesh as I walk down the streets of my home town.
I know where my relatives are, and they know where I am.
There are no international figures telling me my troubles are happening because of a pact my ancestors made with the devil.
I am under the radar, for the most part, in all the right ways.
And the ways I am noticed, are for positive things.
I am extraordinarily blessed, and I give thanks.