“… With feet to take me where I go, with eyes to see the sun – set glow, with ears to hear what I would know. Oh, God forgive me when I whine. I am blessed indeed, the world is mine! …” – Og Mandino In the doldrums of winter when complaints come easily, smiles are few and far between, I think of this poem, this excerpt in particular. Always, always count your blessings. Find something, be it big or very small, that you can hang your hat on and be thankful for. I dare you!
