A lifetime of therapy in three paragraphs.

I am grateful. I am grateful for reasonably good health without health insurance. I am grateful that I put away enough money to ride this mess out even though I am unemployed. I am grateful that I don't have to go to some job and get brow beaten all day for 12 bucks an hour. I am grateful that my family is making ends meet in much the same way as I am. I am grateful for food and shelter. I am grateful that I live in the United States and not some place where they are killing each other over a bag of rice.

Gratitude is an interesting concept. It is the concept of a man who has no legs and yet finds useful things to do and looks forward to every day. He does not spend his time whining that he can't play golf or that life has treated him unfairly. He is focused on what he can do with his life rather than what he cannot do. This is a difficult concept to grasp when you have spent your life getting everything your heart desires and now suddenly- someone says, "You can't have that anymore."

I guess I'm just a little bit better informed and pragmatic than my moonbat counterparts. I don't claim the intellectual high ground. I simply have grasped some facts that they have yet to grasp. I have plotted a course of gratitude and coping skills which one way or another- they are going to have to find for themselves. Or whine. For everything you know in life, there was a time when you didn't know it.

Yeah...it's kinda like that.  RTWT.