Monday, February 28, 2011


The child who is not cleaning his room, but is watching TV, because that means he is at home and not on the streets.

For the taxes I pay, because it means I'm employed.

For the mess to clean after a party, because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing, because that means I have a home.

For all the complaints I hear about the government, because it means we have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot I find at the far end of the lot, because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed with a car.

For my huge heating bill, because I am warm.

For the lady behind me in church who sings off-key, because that means I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing, for it means I have clothes to wear.

For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, for it means I have been capable of working hard.

For the alarm that goes off in the early morning, because it means I am alive.

And finally, for too much e-mail, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.

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