Be Thankful

Believe it or not, I have a lot of friends. (Yes, even my curmudgeonly self—guess there’s no accounting for taste.) One of them just made me want to snatch her bald.

M. has led a good life. She may not have loved her job, but she always had a paycheck. And good benefits. And a retirement plan.

BUT she never—and I mean NEVER—counts her blessings. All she does is complain. Even though she’s retiring from a job she’s complained about NON-STOP for many years, all she can do is complain that now she’ll have to start paying for her own health coverage. And get another job that won’t have as good benefits or seniority. Please!

Another friend, C. has lost her job, her home, her hair and her breast within the past year. She’s living with friends. Her unemployment has run out. All of her possessions are in storage, and they’re in danger because of being in arrears.  

But C. knows she’s been blessed with friends who love her enough to house and feed her. I don’t know if she says prayers, but I know she’s told her friends how grateful she is for all we’ve done. 

C. wasn’t always like this. Sometimes she forgot her blessings, too. I think we all do. We shouldn’t look at the glass as being half full or half empty, but be grateful that we’ve got a glass at all!

So take a few minutes daily to count your blessings. You might think you have none—but when you really consider it, I’m sure you do. They might seem scant sometimes, but they’re there.