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It’s A Beautiful Day On Planet Earth

It’s 84 degrees with a nice breeze – the sun is up and the sky is clear with humidity at 32%. A beautiful early spring day, with the Dogwood trees in full bloom. I’m not hungry and I’ve got someone who loves me. I have a nice place to live, a good job, and my health. I survived cancer and came out of it feeling great. I’m not broke and I have enough money to live comfortably. I have a few close friends, and I like the people I work with.

I have my mind fully intact and engaged and I have no physical pain. Life is good, and I am grateful. I do not now, nor have I ever, believed in a higher power. I am somehow missing the gene that might compel me to do so. But I believe in respecting life and the world I live in. I believe in appreciating what I have and trying to give back. I treat everyone equally until they show me otherwise. I try to have empathy for my fellow humans. I am flawed like everyone else, but I am trying to do the right thing. I am actively attempting to grow and become more fully realized in my humanity.

In light of all that I have, the question I ask myself is this: How can I make the world a better place for those who aren’t so fortunate?