be thankful everyday

The world is so different when you realize that you one of the lucky ones. Even when you don’t feel so lucky. I have a place to live, people who love me, a job. I am about 10 steps ahead of some people with just those 3 things.

Everyday I wake up and come to work in a Children’s Hospital NICU and see the tole it takes on families. I couldn’t imagine having a baby and not being able to take him home. Some babies are so sick, they have been here almost a year. Then they go home, and some die anyway. I watch the news and see people who are hungry and people who live in the middle of war. Thousands of people die everyday of diseases that they shouldn’t get. Malaria?! What the HECK! Millions die every year from AIDS, a lot leaving their children homeless. I thank God everyday for everything that I have, for what I do, for being able to care about these things. Because a lot of people don’t. It’s a shame. They yell at people about how their latte was made wrong or get road rage because someone cut in front of them. These are the people who don’t get it. I even thank the Lord for my bad days. Because without him, there would be no days at all.

Who decides who gets to be the Tom Cruises and the Jennifer Anistons of the world? Why do some people have more money than God and others cant afford to eat? Why cant I be grateful for being somewhere in the middle. I SAY that I am. But I need a tragedy to remind me. I just want to feel it. I really want this one.