A few friends and I were watching Herzog's "Rescue Dawn" last night, a film about POWs in the Vietnam war. One companion made the comment, inevitable when you see this sort of suffering and survival, that we take a lot for granted in our lives.
I got out of bed this morning, a nice comfy bed, used the bathroom, then rushed back under the covers. The heat is off and a window is partially open, so I felt that ice- shivery chill as I pulled the comforter over me and gradually warmed up. In those few seconds, I was so grateful for the warmth of the bed and my room. I can't comprehend the deprivations of POWs. Take away my blankies, I am a whiney, quivering heap on the floor.
When we forget to be grateful we lose a little of that sense of wonder at the world.
Wow, I'm thankful I don't have to type this on a typewriter...can you imagine (or remember) all that would entail?
I'm thankful I can publish this, for free, on the web. I don't have to hand it out as a leaflet on a streetcorner or yell it from a soapbox.
Some may wonder, who am I grateful to?
Good question!
I am grateful to those who help me, for experiences I learn from, for love I feel from wherever I can feel it.
"Counting blessings" is a cliche, it's true. It's a comforting thought, and it encourages me to want to be a "blessing" for someone else.
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