I found out that I was recieving a reprieve from work; family was coming to visit the man that I help.  So I have 4 days off in a row!!  It is great-- but I cannot belive how quick it is going.  There are sooo many things that I would like to do but with the price of gas... it is just too much.  But it is very nice to ponder what I want to do instead of what I have to do!!  Anyway, everyone has to have a break sometime right??  lol.  I hope all had a good Holiday!!

I think I have a terrible life.  In the morning I wake up, and the worries of the day start running through my mind.  I get up and out of bed, showered,and get a start on the day.....

Across town an elderly couple awaken.  Growing old together was suppose to be a blessing, but as the woman gathers her strength to prepare her bedridden husband for the day, she reminisce about the youth.  Tasks such as bathing, feeding, and ambulating her husband would have been a breeze in those days.  As she settles into her routine, she wonders if the Social Security check this month will still cover the bills and the new medication the doctor  has prescribed for the arthritis in her hands.

I think to myself, "I have to remember to pay the phone bill, and the rent, and the credit card bill, ect..there are so many, have I forgotten any?"

In a hospital a man is recovering from a coma.  When he awakened, his wife and small children were strangers to him.  He can remember growing up, moving away, and even going to college.  But there is a blank where half a lifetime of memories should be. He knows that his mind is broken, and he breaks down and cries, holding his little girl in his lap.  Once again Daddy has forgotten her name.

I grab a quick breakfast while listening to the local forecast for the day.  Snow, Snow, Snow!  I open the door and see the white aggravation staring back at me.  I shake my head at the sight, and trudge to the car.

In a neighboring town, a teenager sits reading a book, her fingers skimming over the brail.  Her quest for the day is snow.  Being born blind, she knows the feel of snow, but has trouble picturing in her minds eye what it would look like.  She has never seen it mounded high, or covering the roads.  Sighing and placing the book in her lap, she daydreams about the upcoming school dance.  Her fear is that she will not have a date.

Along the drive to work I think to myself, "What am I going to wear, and how am I going to do my hair  for my date this weekend?"  I grumble under my breath that I have nothing to wear.  It is all such a hasle anyway, who wants  to grow up?

On the East coast, a little girl gazes into the mirror as the beautician slips the new wig over her bald head.  Her real hair fell out long ago from the chemo.  Her mother stands behind her, tears sliding down her cheeks as she sees the first semblance of  the way her daughter use to look since she was diagnosed with cancer.  The doctor suggested she be fitted for the wig to boast her spirits.  the mothers heart is breaking but she puts on a smile for her little girl because she does not know that her "sickness"  is terminal.

I arrive at work, mechanically do the chores for today.  Finally it is time to go home!!  As I walk through the door, I am contemplating what to have for dinner.  I am "tired" and don't want to cook.

Overseas the day has just begun for a little boy who belongs to the "labor force".  Everyday before dawn he gets up and walks to the factory.  In the sweltering heat, his duty is to sew the labels on the clothing.  He must not stop, and always follow precise instructions because if he does not, he and his family will not eat.  He wonders what they will be able to afford  because today he broke a needle and it will be deducted from his earnings.

I gather my dishes and turn on the tap.  The water sputters, and I frown at the uneven water pressure.  After settling in to watch t.v., I notice a chill in the air.  As I turn up the heat, I hurumph, "First the water, now the heat, this house is about worthless."

In the projects of the "Big City" a man huddles in a box in an alley.  He calls this home.  The newspapers that he dug from the trash that day should  replace the ones that were soaked during the rainstorm.  He considers himself lucky to be where he is.  Curling up in his sodden box, he hopes for a peaceful night as police sirens sound in the distance.

I pull the covers back, climb into bed, and sigh.  I have had a heck of a day, and my mind is still buzzing with worries.  Before I fall asleep in my warm bed, under a solid  roof, I think of what a terrible life I have.  Don't you agree??