These sound so lame to me. I guess some days I’m just so pissed off at the world. I want these gratitudes to mean something and today just feels like I couldn’t think outside the box. Let me try again.
I’m grateful that I didn’t die when I was a child. I’m grateful that I didn’t starve to death when I wasn’t fed. I’m grateful I wasn’t killed when I was homeless and sleeping in parked cars in driveways when I was a teenager. I’m glad that I didn’t die when the car I was in flipped upside down. I’m glad I didn’t die when I let go of the side of the pool and became unconscious in the water. I’m glad that I didn’t die when I prayed every night to not wake up in the mornings.
I love my daughter and my grandsons. I’m grateful to be part of their lives.
I’m grateful for each piece of human contact that you and I sustain, each comment, each piece of you that you share with me.