Globalization

Sometimes, globalization fractures my tiny mind.  When drinking my daily cup(s) of tea today, as well as other days, it really comes home to me.  Looking into my tin of tea, I realize that a couple of months ago a person in India or China (depending on which tea I’m drinking), who probably makes like a dollar a day, picked this tea by hand.  Then the owner of the farm sold it to a broker, who got it imported over here, and then sold to the place where I bought it.  I’m touching something thats been touched by some of the poorest people in the world and then served up to me.  I know that this also happens with my clothes, gadgets, and many of the things that I own.  But for some reason, the organic nature of tea and the fact that tea is the most drunk beverage in the world plays into this as well.  The person who picked the tea leaves probably drinks tea as well.  A similar experience, shared by people across the world.’,’Sometimes, globalization fractures my tiny mind.  When drinking my daily cup(s) of tea today, as well as other days, it really comes home to me.  Looking into my tin of tea, I realize that a couple of months ago a person in India or China (depending on which tea I’m drinking), who probably makes like a dollar a day, picked this tea by hand.  Then the owner of the farm sold it to a broker, who got it imported over here, and then sold to the place where I bought it.  I’m touching something thats been touched by some of the poorest people in the world and then served up to me.

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