It's mornings like these that remind me how good I have it. Watching this man dig for food, find it, and then eat it is sometimes too much for me to bear. As I watched him dig with a sense of determination I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head. Did he feel shame, sadness, or just hunger? Was he able to work or was he a drug addict? I pondered helplessly through my own soul and wondered if I too could ever end up like this poor man. I thought of his life before this, what he might have been like if I had met him at a better time in life's journey.
I came to the overwhelming conclusion that I'm a whiner. I have it so good, and yet find something to complain about everyday. I'm surrounded by loving people, a roof over my head, food to eat, and a wonderful family.
Maybe I should live his life for a day, perhaps then I would be more grateful.
3 comments:
About time you start writing again, i love the way you can bang on just about anything. You have got a gift.Use It!
Hey man its been almost a year since you entertained me with a blog post.
Beautiful.
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