I am an Alpha

"Egypt" came from this!!

I am an alpha, an American alpha.
I realized this the moment I stepped foot onto the foreign soil of Egypt. The people there broke my heart with their life styles. I smiled at them, hoping to give them some certainty that there is still love thriving in this world. I gave them a small act of compassion, but I hoped to change the person’s mind that graphitized “No Love in This Life” on the wall behind them. It is irresistible to have given them that smile, knowing that they will go home to those houses that we look at with a tear in our eye; making the poorest of us Americans seem rich. I hid my face in embarrassment. Our suitcases on the top of this taxi are more than these people own. I felt guilty standing shoulder to shoulder with the same people going home to an uncertain meal and a room to share with four others; to cold showers and no bed. They flashed me a pained smile in return, but I could tell from their eyes that it was out of politeness. Those dark sad eyes have seen more than I can fathom.
I am an alpha compared to these people. By default, though. I would give up anything in a heartbeat for these people to have a taste of being an alpha. But all I could give them was that smile.
Our land is an alpha compared to theirs.
I took a breath in and felt the pollution churn in my lungs. My nose began to burn, but there was nothing I could do. There is smog over the whole city of Cairo, telling you the story of the million people in their cars with the expected cigarette hanging out of their mouths. Each day I spent here, I reminded myself that I have an alpha mansion comparatively, an alpha car, and alpha life style awaiting me in the states. I was eager to leave this mess behind. But sadness overcame me, knowing that I would leave these people behind here to live in chaos and poverty, and all I could give them was that smile.
This is how I know that I am an alpha.