I am thankful... I am thankful:
For the husband who complains when his dinner is not on time, because he is home
with me, not with someone else;
For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means 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 party because it means that 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 out 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 that 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;
And finally...for too much e-mail, because it means I have friends who are
thinking of me.
Sanath |