Working class heroes

I refer to the domestic helps here- the cooks, bais, cleaners & drivers here. Over chopping vegetables for salad my cook (who also doubles up as a handyman for LoML's various tasks like dry cleaning etc) narrated the sad story of his Mama running from pillar to foundation to get his flat- part of the slum rehabilitation scheme- and that he's completely unsuccessful. Said the poor have nowhere to go. Their slums are being taken over and no accommodation being given in it's stead. How so many of his own ilk are forced to sleep on the road/ platforms etc. Even though I wanted to help- he was talking about a few lakhs here- I couldn't. Instead I silently prayed to God and thanked Him that my everyday battles were at least, not about a roof over one's head and then I wondered- was I really lucky?