I am thunderstruck at the level and insidiousness of my own apathy and indifference. I live in a wretched world, rife with pain and suffering and I barely lift a finger. I have no excuse.

The New York Times is publishing a series of articles on homelessness in NYC. Their first installment catalogues the life and times of a young girl named Dasani. Her life is complicated. Her life is quite grim. Her spirit is beautiful. I am admonished to know her story better and allow its gravity to move me.

I was born into the lap of luxury. Two parents, plenty of food, shelter, love. My siblings and I basked in the reflected glory of a favored station. Of course many were richer than we, but when placed in context I sat pretty.

Motivation and will-power are fleeting. Habits and environment change behavior. So what am I going to do differently to help bend the curve of my myopia?