Life Could Be Worse

For all the complaining I hear about our government, because it means that we have freedom of speech.

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

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

For the clothes that fit a little too snug, 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 the teenager who is not doing dishes but is watching t.v., because that means he is at home and not on the streets.

For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and that I have transportation.

For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.

For the punk rock band that is noisy, because it means that I can hear.

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

For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, because it means I have been capable of working hard.

For my alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means that I am alive. and finally.......

For too much (non-spam that is) e-mail, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.