I complained that I had no shoes, until I met someone
who had no feet.
I complained because my gloves were not
thermo-insulated, until I met someone had no hands.
I complained because my chicken was a little dry, until
I met children who had nothing to eat for days.
I complained that my house had no air-conditioning,
until I came across entire families who were homeless.
I complained because my laptop has only 5 gigabytes,
until I met a news reporter who still writes his reports on a typewriter.
I complained that my Cable TV only receives 26
channels, until I visited someone whose contact with the outside world is a
small transistor-radio.
I complained that my children had only 10 Computers in
each class, until I saw other children in the third world whose classroom is a
sandy beach, and whose blackboard and chalk is the sand and a stick.
I complained because my car is not 4 wheel-drive, until
I thought of my parents who never had a car, and walked everywhere they went.
I complained that my contact lenses fell off my eyes,
until I met a blind gentleman who has lived all his life in a world of
darkness.
I
complained that I couldn’t receive my favorite FM Stations clearly, until I met
a co-worker who is completely deaf.
I
complained because we didn’t have rain in three weeks and the grass was getting
dry, until I read how some people in the Sahara Desert have not seen water in
months.
I complained, again and again. Yet I should be ever so thankful to God.
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