Claire
Master Chef
I was griping the other day, and then wrote a response to someone on another thread. Count our blessings:
I, at age 56, still have two living and relatively healthy parents.
I was able, with help from some of you and with local dog trainers who gave advice for free, to rescue a nice little doggie.
I married a man who is able to provide for me.
One of my favorites, that makes me want to kick myself in the head ... When we were on the road, I used to have to force myself to take a daily walk. We were often at campgrounds. I'd look and see people who could barely walk (the RV lifestyle is great for the handicapped). Now, when I try to get out and workout, I see folk who can barely walk. Oh, lord, what is wrong with me that I can't get off my dead as- and move it. I am so happy I have my ability to do that.
I have a blind friend. I've sworn at the glasses I've had to wear since I was an infant. But, guess what? I can see, and I can read, and, having had a bout of sight-less-ness, I'm so happy I can read.
So, what are you happy for?
I, at age 56, still have two living and relatively healthy parents.
I was able, with help from some of you and with local dog trainers who gave advice for free, to rescue a nice little doggie.
I married a man who is able to provide for me.
One of my favorites, that makes me want to kick myself in the head ... When we were on the road, I used to have to force myself to take a daily walk. We were often at campgrounds. I'd look and see people who could barely walk (the RV lifestyle is great for the handicapped). Now, when I try to get out and workout, I see folk who can barely walk. Oh, lord, what is wrong with me that I can't get off my dead as- and move it. I am so happy I have my ability to do that.
I have a blind friend. I've sworn at the glasses I've had to wear since I was an infant. But, guess what? I can see, and I can read, and, having had a bout of sight-less-ness, I'm so happy I can read.
So, what are you happy for?