Not a day goes by, on my drive to school that I don’t consider how lucky I am to have been born in this country. Okay, maybe not every day, most days. Well, maybe not most days even, but often, lots of days.
Today on my drive to work I contemplated how lucky I am to have been born in Australia.
I was driving over the and through the hills, a mix of heavy rain clouds and fog hugging hills, snaking low into and along ridges. It was a delicate and beautiful countryside and I get to live within it.
Just by an accident of birth, this is my land, this is where I can live safe and secure. I don’t have to fear that at any moment my life will be turned upside down and perhaps my family torn from me.
I wish others would remember this when they label others “illegal immigrants” or “boat people”. There but for good fortune could go any of us.