Gratitude is such a tough topic for me. It seems that there is always something to complain about. My sister recently lost her home when a tree fell on it. She had not been in it long and it was destroyed. Rather than look at the fact that the place was empty at the time,you ask yourself how often does a tree destroy a home? What are the odds? There have been more events like this in our part of the state in recent years. It seems tornadoes are more common. My sister was lucky, not everyone can say they avoided something like this. Anyway, I am grateful for my sister coming out unscathed. She had left the house to ride out the storm in a safer place. A good thing she did. She dodged a bullet. My dog has become more sensitive to storms as he has gotten older. He whines when a thunderstorm occurs. He was okay as a puppy, but now he is very sensitive. Perhaps there is the sense that they are more dangerous now than they once were. Or that now he realizes what they are. There is an increasing need to be grateful for the way that we all dodge bullets at times. In a way I have that over my dog, he doesn't know when he has been lucky and avoided a nasty situation. Or perhaps in a way he does and I just don't realize it...
Gratitude is something that I have to work at. There is a lot to be grateful for if one takes the time to think about it. There is being able to help others. For a long time I didn't have that opportunity. My disability is one that makes gratitude tough. I often deal with bouts of self-pity. There is a saying that goes, I go about in self-pity while all the while I am pulled across the sky in a chariot of wind. It is paraphrased. I think that we all are miracles. It is amazing we are here. Picasso said that it is amazing that we don't all dissolve in our bathwater.
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