Everyday we should count our blessings,
for everything we have,
for somewhere in the world,
there are those who will never have,
all the things we take for granted.
So count your blessings for all the food you eat,
because somewhere some are starving,
and would give anything to eat.
Therefore, the next time you come home,
and sit in a comfortable chair,
stop for a moment and look around,
and count your blessing for everything you got.
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Yes. Never can we be reminded of these things too often D. To fail to appreciate is to fail to live. Thank you. t x