A Lesson in Appreciation. I was raised to count my blessings. No matter how tough life seemed, my parents showed me that I could always find someone who was hurting more, owned less or who was not as fortunate or healthy as myself. They explained that by throwing pity parties, we will rarely accomplish more than underscoring how we already feel - hard done by.
The lesson my parents taught me carried me through a rough life.
No matter how much I had to endure, if I found a way to encourage someone who was hurting; in turn, I would be encouraging myself. I think the following story speaks volumes to this end.
