Unless you were born a cow in a slaughterhouse you’re spoiled and even then you’re doing much better then that veal or housefly on it’s back. For we are all born to privilege in someway and therefore it’s not what we are given that counts but what we do with it that truly matters. For some reason G-D has chosen our starting spot yet knows the finish line he expects us to achieve. How many lives have we touched or hugged? Donald Trump might have a few more dollars then me (okay more then a few) and was born into a real estate family but he was able to turn it into an empire while others with similar starting points didn’t achieve as much. We also never know what other obstacles a person might face to achieve one’s goals (mental, physical, cultural, societal etc) so let’s try to judge their end result instead leave that to G-D. Back to our cow it is better to be a cow born in New Delhi, India then in Springdale, Arkansaw but you don’t taste as good.