One of my kids once was talking to me and telling me their history. This youth had been abandoned as a small child at one of the Homes.
"But I'm so lucky," said my kid, sweetly. "Some of the children in my Home have been abused! By their parents! I always tell myself that I'm lucky when I compare myself to them... at least, I am only abandoned."
I had to keep my face very still to keep from showing any expression... to keep my eyes from dropping the tears in my heart... listening to the words of this precious youth telling me "I'm so lucky".