I'm hungry. No, REALLY hungry. I've begun eating breakfast every morning, and now if I don't get it, which I didn't this morning, I'm starving.
Of course, when I read a blog post like this, it's all put into perspective.
I don't know hungry. I don't know thirsty. I don't know not having.
So when you hear me complaining, you can say, "Mark, you just don't know." (to which I'll probably reply, "You don't either, you jerk!", but that's a different Markan spiritual issue we'll deal with later).
God, may the only hunger and thirst your children ever have is for you.
PS - Thanks, Kara, for the blog post. I needed it today. You're the best!