itch
My back had an itch somewhere. I reached out my hand and scratched the area in question. The itch was relieved and I was able to continue with my activities.
I was starting to complain to myself earlier today, and then I was listening to the news and I thought well I don't have to hop in a boat while all my friends and families get pulled into the ocean and feel guilty that I was the only survivor. I don't have a terminal illness, a sick child, nothing to eat, a cheating husband, a broken bone, a cat throwing up on the carpet, a son in Iraq, or even a cavity. So no complaining goes on the blog. Only my humble observations and gratitude for living.
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