TODAY
I am grateful for all the things I don’t have:
An empty stomach
Broken shoes
Clothes caked with mud and sweat
Fear that I will not find shelter for the night.
TODAY
I relish all that I am not:
Friendless
Destitute
A refugee
A pariah.
TODAY
I am thunderstruck by the enormity of statistics that count me out.
TODAY
I am overwhelmed with awe
That I have been singled out for so many not-so-mundane blessings.
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