How cold it must be for him! How warm it was for me in my car.
How cruel the wind must be, blowing at him through his thin jacket! How snug I feel in my black leather jacket bought from St. Germain-des-pres in Paris.
How sore and cold his feet must be! How warm my feet will be in my heated bedroom.
Where will his next meal come from? When will I finish all those assignments?
As much as I was thinking of pampering myself with a US$329 L.L.Bean expedition haversack, I ask this pertinent question. Why the extravagance? Had I not been blessed enough?
Thank you kind Sir for the gentle reminder. Yes, we sometimes forget how fortunate we are.