I realize I'm blessed when I hear the word "hungry," and 80s music comes to mind: Springsteen's overplayed-but-still-appreciated-by-me Hungry Heart and the very-annoying-and-horribly-overplayed Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran.
Rumblings and grumblings about music fill my head rather than my belly. I don't know hunger. Frankly, I don't even know the self-imposed hunger of dieting. Other than feeling hunger pangs when fasting for a blood test or surgery, I don't know what it's like.
Yet there are nearly a billion people sharing the planet with me who suffer from hunger and malnutrition. In my own country, we frequently quote the one-in-eight under the age of 12 going to bed hungry each night. In my county, in my city, in my neighborhood, they are there.
Not a one of them has their hunger sated with silly songs.
[This Free Rice site is bookmarked at the computer labs in the kids' schools. Teachers often have them warm up before the lesson, letting them donate rice and improve their spelling at the same time.]
[Check out more "hungry" posts at Sunday Scribblings.]