houston branch

It just never occurred to me that some kids don’t have books at home.

A lady came into my library today looking for information about a Houston program that is collecting donated children’s books and giving them to local kids who don’t have books at home.

(Donate at any Houston Public Library branch.)

The idea that kids don’t have books had never crossed her mind, and she was HORRIFIED.

I gave her the information. And then I made a snide (but totally funny) comment to a coworker about her.

But I’ve kept thinking about her today, and here’s why:

She recognized her privilege and had an honest and helpful reaction.

There was a time in my life when I didn’t know that people didn’t have access to clean drinking water, that people were unjustly targeted because of their race, that people in my own community went hungry.

I reacted in shock and anger when I came to understand these things. I was HORRIFIED.

But I didn’t rush out and do something about it.

This lady did.

Many of us have been moved to take a good look at our privilege over the last few years. We need to stop denying that we have it and start asking ourselves, instead:

What are we going to do with it?