“Some day we will be powerful enough to come and stay at a resort like this,” I said to Tom as we lay out on the beach in Cebu.
“We’re here right now,” Tom laughed.
Over the past two weeks I have been spoiled by the impeccable service that is unique to Asia. Staying at Traders Hotel in Makati and now the Shangri La in Macatan Cebu are luxuries reserved for the wealthy and powerful of the world, a group that I have long desired to be a part of. And yet now, sitting on the gorgeous white sand beach of Cebu, eating the finest food at every meal and having in room massage service just a phone call away, it all feels a bit surreal. I haven’t accepted that this is what the hard work of the past two years has earned me, that in building a BPO operation in Manila and social media marketing company in Santa Monica, I may have snuck into the top three percent that control the globe. Whether this is the case or not, I can’t help the guilt I feel being where I am right now.
On the other side of the world, in Haiti 100,000 people have died this week and over a million more will go to sleep tonight without shelter, food or water. The food I routinely leave heaped up on my plate, the free water bottles I demand and consume without a thought could literally save the lives of an entire Haitian family that will die tonight from dehydration. Texting a five or ten dollar donation seems trivial to me, an attempt by those in the developed world to feel like they have done their part…