Perhaps it's too much time or not enough medication, but I wonder about where my forefathers came from, and then I see children suffering because they had to leave the home of their father.

I complain about late mail, and I realize a mother far away fears to get water for her babies. She may not return. Or if she does, she won't be the same woman who left.....

My chocolate milk is sour and I swear at God. Then I feel shame of a glutton choking while an angel starves.

I have had Liberty taken, and deserved it for taking from others in the name of confidence.

I was denied Justice because of my wallet.

Then, stripped of what I didn't deserve....I cried for the cold and hungry. I ached for the lonely and torn souls...I realized...I received the gift of appreciation.