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Grateful?



"I am grateful."

"Oh, no! Not another poem about being grateful?"

"Yes, what's wrong with that?"

"Well, what's wrong with that is that everyone writes a poem or a blog about being grateful when they have nothing else to write."

"So what?"

"Well, you must have more important topics to blog about."

"Uh. Yeah, I do. But..."

"But, what?"

"Well, it's Sunday and I can't think of anything to write about at the moment. It's my second day of Spring Break."

"Hmmm. Then, maybe you could write about that. What did you do today?"

"Not much, I stayed home all day. It has been raining again. We got up late because we went to a birthday party last night."

"OK. And, how was the party?"

"It was OK. At first I was kind of sad actually."

"Why?"

"Because I hardly knew anybody there. I felt a little isolated. But, then..."

"Then, what?"

"Then, I just decided to dance and have fun and that's what I did."

"So, did you learn anything from that experience?"

"I think so. I remembered that I was there to celebrate a friend's birthday and that it was OK that I didn't know that many people. I was going to have a good time no matter what."

"And, did you?"

"Yes. In the end, I did."

"So, you're grateful aren't you?" said with a sly smile.

"I guess I am," I say with a chuckle. "That's really what it comes down to: being grateful for the little things that you didn't even know you could be grateful for."



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