|I am thankful for . . .
|The child who is not cleaning his room, but is watching TV, Because that means he is at home and not on the streets. |
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 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 complaints 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 who sings off key, Becuase it means that I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing, Because it means I have clothes to wear.
For wearniness 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.
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