It is at this time of year that I am especially aware of all the blessings in my life. I'm not sure if it's the chaotic goodwill that permeates this month or if it's the opportunity we have at this time of the year to look outside of ourselves and see how others are doing. Sometimes it's a scary picture. The opportunity our family had to be in East Vancouver while our niece and her high school classmates gave away coats, hats, socks, gloves and muffins was an amazing eye opener. My children have a new appreciation for the roof over their head, the food on their table and the clothes on their bodies. My husband and I realized that not everyone at the corner of Main and Hastings is drug addicted, alcoholic or a prostitute. Stuff happens. Choices are made. Fate intervenes and we are not where we wish we were. We talked to folks, good folks whose luck had run out. And then we go home to our warm, cozy homes with full fridges, clean sheets, messy closets and gifts under our tree. We don't have everything but then again, we do. I cannot say that I will never complain again about my lot in life. I'm sure I will. But I shouldn't. I am blessed beyond measure. Ten fingers, ten toes; I have it all.
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