The Global Village
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[The following is from the site randomania.net. This url was sent to me by my best friend, because sometimes we need a little perspective*.]
If Earth's population was shrunk into a village of just 100 people- with all the human ratios existing in the world still remaining-what would this tiny, diverse village look like? That's exactly what Phillip M. Harter, a medical doctor at the Stanford University School of Medicine, attempted to figure out. This is what he found.
57 would be Asian.
21 would be European.
14 would be from the Western Hemisphere.
8 would be African.
52 would be female.
48 would be male.
70 would be nonwhite.
30 would be white.
70 would be non-Christian.
30 would be Christian.
89 would be heterosexual.
11 would be homosexual.
6 people would possess 59 percent of the entire world's wealth.
All 6 would be from the United States.
80 would live in substandard housing.
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition.
1 would be near death.
1 would be pregnant.
1 would have a college education.
1 would own a computer.
The following is an anonymous interpretation
Think of it this way. If you live in a good home, have plenty to eat and can read, you are a member of a very select group. And if you have a good house, food, can read and have a computer, you are among the very elite. If you woke up this morning with more health than illness... you are more fortunate than the million who will not survive this week. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation... you are ahead of 500 million people in the world. If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death...you are fortunate, more than three billion people in the world can't. If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep...you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace ...you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy. If your parents are still alive and still married...you are very rare, even in the United States. If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful... You are blessed because the majority can, but most do not. If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder...you are blessed because you can offer healing touch. If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.
* Perspective to a broken hearted girl who no longer has a boyfriend anymore.
5 Comments:
I am so sorry to hear that.
I hope you find happiness again.
By monimomo, at 3:43 p.m.
Hiya girl. I always read, I always love, and I always look forward, to you.
i hope that everything else in your wonderfully beautifully-envisioned world is great. our world is made better with you in it.
By FC, at 9:05 p.m.
The Comrade cannot find that which she consists of. She knows that we can rarely see what we are. She *is* happiness. At least to me she is. Because she is knowledge,she is truth. And I tell anyone who will listen the purpose of life is to learn and to teach. She is the energy of a universe in human form. She walks among us with a wry smile and a wink.
She is my moon and I am her sun.
Much love,
Rye
By Rye, at 7:34 p.m.
princess cherry,
climbing into an attic and staring at a pack of camel cigarettes doesn't do much good.
making love stay is one of the hardest things to do because love is the ultimate outlaw and it doesn't take kindly to those who aid and abet.
because i feel a queer kinship with the words you have written i know how difficult that outlaw called love can be. i know that "choice" is the hardest, most impossible things to get right. only mirrors possess that strange power.
it will get better. i know.
-bugg.
By Anonymous, at 12:28 p.m.
wowee...
May I say: Mutual queer kinship + tear bursting mechanisms (for me anyway).
Thank you my sweets.
By Comrade Chicken, at 7:01 p.m.
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