I am thankful for . . .

My partner who hogs the covers every night,
because he/she is not out with someone else.

The teenager who is not doing dishes but is watching tv,
because that means he/she is at home and not on the streets.

For the taxes that I pay,
because it means that I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a gathering,
because it means that I have been surrounded by friends and
loved ones.

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 it means I have a home.

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

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

For my huge heating bill,
because it means I am warm.

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

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

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

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

Every time you think your life is so bad,
read this again.

~Author Unknown~

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