gratitude

Boy, was I mad the other day. Some little thing someone said, somewhere...I honestly forget what it was...I just felt like punching them. HARD. It threw me off. I let it get to me. And I went through the rest of my day like that. Not really listening in class, taking zero notes, playing tennis horribly at practice, snapping at my teammates, ignoring my brother's Fantasy Football woes, failing to work on my homework. And yes, what that person said probably wasn't that big of a deal. In the moment, it sure seemed that way.

But as I lay in bed that night, my blood cooling, I thought of something. It hit me. HARD.

What's the problem?

I'm forgetting what I already have, not whatever it was one ignorant person thought I didn't.

So I counted my blessings.

1. I can go downstairs for a glass of water. (And so I did.)


2. I can walk downstairs for a glass of water. No wheelchair or braces or crutches. (This I did as well.)


3. I can pull out my Medieval History textbook and learn as much as I want. (Which I did. I wasn't in the best learning mood, so it didn't last long, but I did.)


4. I can whip out my cell phone and play a game on it. (I did. Apparently just owning a cell phone puts me in the top percent of the richest young people in the world. Gratitude...)


5. I have my vision. (I looked at one of my favorite fairy tale books with beautiful illustrations, and greatly enjoyed it.)


6. I have my innocence. (Which speaks for itself.)

So, as you can see, I have much to be thankful for. I just forget sometimes.