Why I need Africa more than Africa needs me

Living and growing up in America sometimes I don't pay attention to what is happening around the world. I can easily get caught up in what's in or "cool." And that may sound cliche, but that's the truth. Then there are moments when I get the privilege of being updated on world news and realizing that I am able to experience what some aren't. For example, clean water. Sometimes I am even picky about what kind of water I drink, when others don't have choices. That's why I believe I need Africa more than Africa needs me. Africa reminds me of a couple of things. I'm reminded that I am not broke. I heard this sermon, and a pastor had said that anyone who has two dollars in his or her wallet is richer than most people in the entire world. There are times when i have more than two dollars. Africa reminds me to be grateful, to be thankful for all I have. I'm reminded not to take things for granted. I need Africa to bring me to reality. Sometimes I approach my dad and I say, "Daddy I need this. Daddy I need that." But I don't technically 'need' new black high heels. I don't need a new dress, just because it's on sale. There is a number of material things that I say I need, when others in the world live day by day with only a pair of shoes, and some without any. Africa doesn't need my material belongings, my "needs." I need Africa's reality.