For the teen-ager who is complaining about doing dishes becauses 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 up after a party, because it meansthat 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 I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and need fixing, because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means that I have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot at the far end of the arking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.

For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm. For the lady behind me in church that sings off key, because it means that I can hear.

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 I am alive.

And finally:

For too much e-mail, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.