Survivor's Guilt

So, I am wondering how much it takes for a person to break. Looking around me, I see tragedy, death, sadness, depression. So sad for the people who are just being beat in the face by life. But, I've been there, and am so glad that this is a good time in my life. A good time for our family. It seems so long ago that the bills weren't getting paid, no food, somedays no toilet paper, and there was always someone there in the nick of time to help us. I wish that things were good enough that I could give back now. I mean things are good, but, it seems it is always just enough for us, and we are givers so it's hard not to give. I know that right now we have to be frugal for our family. Where does frugality turn into selfishness? Hmmm, I wonder. Having friends who are on the verge of losing everything, I mean everything, brings me back down to earth. Having other friends facing the fight of a lifetime, something no parent should ever have to deal with, makes me squeeze my kids a little tighter everytime I hug them. Having friends who don't think their marriage is worth salvaging, makes me love my husband as much as I can, and say it often. I know why we are doing okay. I understand the principles of the Word. I get that. I guess it's like survivors guilt. When you're the only one to survive a great tragedy that takes the lives of everyone around you, you feel guilty. I guess I feel guilty. Should I? I mean, I've already been there........