 | 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. |
