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Ah God... Now there's a whole subject area I could go on about. Not just gratitude but the ability to spot the times when it should be savored.
I know that I, every time I see someone so obviously less fortunate than myself, habitually stand back in my mind do a quick inventory. The inner dialogue usually goes something like this: "Well John, here you are depressed, for some god-only-knows kind of reason. But here's a person on a crutch getting off a city bus who can barely walk let alone get around like you do and while there is no smile on her face, she is doing something very inspirational right here: Gettin' on with life."
I always--no, I mean ALWAYS--come away feeling as though I should do no less.
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