
I like to count my blessings.
I'm not sure why.
Maybe because I have so many.
Surely there are many people with more stuff than me. But I'm not sure anyone is more blessed with good fortune than I. No one could ask for a better childhood...loving parents who are still together...a brother and sister anyone would be proud of. I still see my first friend regularly. I've known him for over 47 years.
I was still a child when I met my wife. We've been married 31 years, and I'd do it all again in a New York minute. We have two sons, both of whom I am very proud. They never gave us a minute of trouble, and they are kind, compassionate people.
How can life be so good to one person? Is it karma? Did I do something good in a past life? Or is life going to dump all the bad stuff on me all at once?
Sometimes I wonder, but not usually.