| For the husband who complains when his dinner is not on time, because he is home with me not with someone else. |
| For the child who is complaining about doing chores, because that means he is at home and not on the streets. |
| For the taxes that I pay because it means that I am employed. |
| For the mess to clean after a party because it means that I have been surrounded by friends. |
| For the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat. |
| For my shadow that watches me work because it means that I am out in the sunshine. |
| For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means that I have a home. |
| For all the complaining I hear about the government because it means that we have freedom of speech. |
| For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation. |
| For my huge heating and cooling bills because it means that I am comfortable. |
| For the lady behind me in church that sings off key and the children that cry because it means that I can hear. |
| For the pile of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear. |
| For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been capable of working hard. |
| For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am alive. |