"You are the trip I did not take; You are the pearls I cannot buy; You are my blue Italian lake; You are my piece of foreign sky." Anne Campbell 1888
Friday, November 7, 2008
Gratitude
I just got back from running three miles this morning. Today's gift was a beautiful fall morning. As I stepped out the door the north wind greeted me, chilling me instantly. While running I watched leaves race across the streets. Fall is the time of year when mother nature paints with intense colors for a few short weeks, then switches palettes and paints with white. Fall is when people use food for decorations in different sizes and shapes of orange. Last fall semester I learned something that continues to haunt me. Each year 11 million people die of starvation. That is like the Holocaust happening every year! You and I are not one of them. How fortunate we are to live in a land choice above all other lands, a land of plenty. To have your health, family (such as they are) and cherished friends is the truest wealth. We take so much for granted.
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