Recently someone said to me, "you are so lucky." I smiled at the young man and said, "why do you think I'm lucky?"  He went on to explain all the reasons he felt I was lucky. When I was his age, I probably attributed everything to luck as well. Today, I know differently. "Luck" has nothing to do with anything. If you feel lucky, you are blessed. Truly blessed. If you have vision, you are blessed. A home to live in which gives you shelter, you are blessed. If you have food in the refrigerator, and you in fact have a refrigerator, you are blessed. I am also blessed to live in a country, community where I am free to worship wherever I please.  I wander about my home whenever I feel like it. I don't need permission to come and go.  The fourth of July is just around the corner. I am reminded how blessed I am to live in a country which offers us all the freedoms we have. We are blessed. 

GOD BLESS AMERICA

I continue to say a special  "thank you" to those of you who read what I write and take the time to send comments to me. You keep me going. I love you.

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