Many people have problems. I have problems, too, but my problems pale in comparison to most people's. I am physically disabled, but God has blessed me with a job I enjoy MOST of the time. I also have money to pay my bills (and if I don't, I wait until the next time; I try to get my bills paid off as soon as I possibly can).

I am blessed in a lot of ways besides my job. I have a roof over my head and food in my tummy. I have the Love of Jesus Christ to sustain me whenever my problems threaten to overwhelm me. I also have the ability to write (THANK YOU, Author's Den, for allowing me to share my thoughts and feelings on different subjects!!), but wasn't aware that I'd be touching many people through my writing. That really makes me feel good. I never knew there were so many caring people who were so concerned about me. I also have REASONABLY good health, even though I AM disabled.

The reason I say this is because yesterday I was having a lot of pain in my knee, and it was extremely painful to walk, even with my crutch. Every step caused me to wince in pain. (My knee is much better today, thank you. It was because a piece of cartilage was rubbing against the bone. I have chondromalacia in my knees, and ONCE IN A WHILE the little bugger likes to give me fits. Yesterday was one of those times.) Anyway, this morning, I was reading the Fort Worth Star Telegram, and there was an article about a man whose dying wish is to take his two twin daughters to Disney World before he dies. This man is only 35 (younger than me), but he is blind, severely diabetic, is an amputee (double), has congestive heart failure, severe lung problems, and, on top of it, kidney problems. He did work, but now can't.

And I think I have problems??

I sometimes have those "poor, poor pitiful me" moments, and I get depressed. It DOESN'T help that I am poor and DON'T have transportation. But I have to realize that I have it MUCH BETTER than most people (like the young 35-year-old man I mentioned earlier). One thing, I am NOT dying. I am NOT suicidal any more, and I am NOT lying in some hospital bed, hooked up to a myriad of tubes and monitoring equipment. THAT, I can be thankful for.

This is why I write, to put my feelings on paper (or on the computer). This way I can release any bad feelings I may be experiencing--and NOT worry about physically harming myself because now the bad feelings have been released, and then, as a result, I feel a lot better.

Case in point: FREE THERAPY. Therapy that didn't cost me a dime.

Writing DOES help. A LOT.

Thank You, Jesus, for this Gift. I AM, indeed, blessed!!