Seriously, why does it take a tragedy close to home to make you realize how precious life really is? Are we that dense? Seriously, everyday there is sickness, death, and hurt, and we still complain. We get so wrapped up in self that we begin to whine, about life not being fair, then BAM! You feel like an idiot for whining about anything. Someone is suffering majorly and your little crap becomes embarrassing. Not that our pain isn’t pain but…
The sun does rise every morning like clock work. That in itself is something positive for us to count on. The world still turns on it’s axis amazingly. Wow do we take stuff for granite. The more we dwell on ourselves the smaller our world becomes and the less we see the amazing things happening around us.
There absolutely is something in everyday to be thankful for… Find it!