A lesson in gratitude..
I have led a sheltered life... Grew up socially stumped... My parents, to no fault of their own, were the product of a very conservative culture which led them to believe girls should stay at home.. cook and clean and hopefully one day meet a nice man who will take care of you for the rest of your life... my dad once told me the only time I would move out was when I died or got married... I was angry growing up.. and depressed in my teens.. always a outsider.. never knowing how to react to other people... generally alone.. I was never wanting for anything though... we were never rich.. but my dad made sure we never wanted for anything.. I guess thats why I had this weird idea of what gratitude was. I defined it based on how I felt giving to others. I looove to give. Random strangers, family, friends... I might be completely broke but if an opportunity came to bless someone I took it without regret. I love buying all the petrol attendants at garage coffee on a cold winte...