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I am thankful...
For the wife who says it’s hotdogs tonight because she is home with me, and not out with someone else.
For the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato because he’s home with me and not out at the bars.
For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home and not on the streets.
For the taxes I pay, because that means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after parties, because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too tight, because that 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 need 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 find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church who sings off key, because it means 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 that I have been capable of working hard.
For the alarm clock that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means that I am alive.
And finally...for too much e-mail, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
Peace and happiness.
For the wife who says it’s hotdogs tonight because she is home with me, and not out with someone else.
For the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato because he’s home with me and not out at the bars.
For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home and not on the streets.
For the taxes I pay, because that means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after parties, because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too tight, because that 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 need 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 find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church who sings off key, because it means 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 that I have been capable of working hard.
For the alarm clock that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means that I am alive.
And finally...for too much e-mail, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
Peace and happiness.
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