Tonight on my way home to my friend Jean's house I walked by a very sad little pile of rags on the sidewalk. It was obviously the remnants of a homeless persons possessions. There was a pen and a tattered notebook with pictures scrawled on the pages. It was a very sad thing to imagine the person who had been there huddled under rags as the drizzle came down early today. I felt profound gratitude for all of the blessings God has given me. Family, friends and a job I can handle even with my various difficulties :-) I always am full, never hungry or cold. I have a nice cozy blanket in a warm room here in the city and when I'm at home. Really, life is good. Thank you Lord and thank you family and friends.