I may not show it as much as I should, but I am so thankful for my life and those who are in it. I have people in my life who I know I can count on for anything, at any hour. I have people who believe it me more than I believe in myself. I’ve always been blessed and it scares me because I don’t know why or how or when it will end. For now maybe I’m just lucky. But I look at the lives of others and I don’t understand how so much misfortune, bad luck and sadness has hit them, and seems to have grown to be a part of them. How is it that I can be so blessed while others have it so rough? I can’t imagine what that’s like, but I know eventually my luck will run out too, and I don’t know what I’ll do. I know I have to appreciate things more and tell my loved ones how much they mean to me. Nothing and no one is forever. Love and light. —Always Grateful
This article appears in Nov 1-7, 2012.


I have a friend who lives life this way. I aspire to do the same.
Way to hog all the blessed there…
real nice.
Asshat.