Reflecting on where I came from helps me to appreciate and balance what I have now.

Where I came from, no one was a writer.

My parents came from little, so they made a choice to give a lot: buying turkeys for homeless shelters at Thanksgiving, delivering meals to people in hospices, giving spare change to those asking for it.

Coming from where I came from, I was born naked with no teeth. Now I have everything.

I came from a dirt farm, now I'm filthy rich.

I came from a communist country where there are no luxury cars.