Earlier this week, my husband and I hosted one of his colleagues for dinner. Somehow the dinner conversation turned to Haiti and reparations and left an uncomfortable, guilty mood in the air.
Later in the evening before we retired to bed, my husband asked if I thought he was selfish. I replied before he could even finish his statement with ‘of course not’. He then said he did not think he would ever be able to accept a job in third world country. He added that with personal sacrifice and hardships taken into consideration, that it would be a financial and professional setback in his career, and he wouldn’t be as successful.
He admitted that in the grand scheme of things it was indeed selfish to think that way. He