Give Thanks....

For the wife who says "it's mee goreng again tonight", because she is home with me and not out gallivanting with someone else.

For the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato, because he is home with me and not out at the bars drinking or playing poker with his cronies.

For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes because it means she is at home, not on the street.

For the taxes I pay, because it means I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

For the clothing that I fit a little too snugly because it means I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work because it means I am out 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 complaining I hear about the government because it means we have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot I found at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking and have been blessed with transportation.

For my huge electric bill because it means I am comfortable and happy.

For the lady behind me in class who sings off-key because it means I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothing to wear.

For the weariness 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 I am alive... 

[taken from; "He who Laughs, Last!" - David Tong (2009)]