Gratitude

Today I felt like a creaky old man and the facts are that I am seventy years old, disabled with poor coordination and balance and in a body that I abused for much of my life. I get a choice between being angry for my situation or grateful for my life and glad it is not worse. Neither choice changes anything other than my attitude and the way I feel. I choose gratitude! After all I have a home, several good friends, a wonderful wife, a warm bed and good food. I am also upright, breathing and not in much pain or in a wheel chair. Working with the spirits from Arlington National Cemetery and other places gives me a sense of purpose.