A letter from July 4th, 2025

Dear FutureMe, hey! This story is here because it's one I don't want to forget. So...anyways, there's a building being built near my house and there's someone who has been employed to dig the sewage system.
it's a small house but still it's a big job for one person. Still only one person has been employed. he sleeps on site. What I'm trying to say is that he spends 24hours of his day on sand. eats near dust and sleeps there. I'm writing this story because yesterday it rained and I was completely drenched. I was angry frustrated and beyond pissed off cause there was no public transport. I get home and I take a cup of tea, I eat, I bath and I'm just about to settle in when I notice from my kitchen window that the man was still outside sleeping on a dry makeshift home made of wood and covered with dry papers. It was cold!!! even for me. I even heard him coughing. I'm not trying to dismiss the fact that my emotions weren't valid and that I had no right to be angry No! Neither am I saying that wishing I had a car and hadn't been drenched isn't something I should be happy about. I'm just saying that sometimes we forget the things we have simply because we compare them to what others have. am I doing well No! But I'm also not doing so bad! It just made me realize what I had and regardless of how little...I appreciated it.