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Yesterday I went and fed the homeless. You would think that serving them would bring me warm fuzzies. It didn’t. The most vocal ones weren’t thanking us for bring them a huge meal they were complaining that we didn’t bring more. Then they complained that we were taking too long to clean up the kitchen afterwards. I couldn’t believe we were there trying to help them and they weren’t even appreciative. Some of the people didn’t even look homeless. They were clean shaven, well washed and well dressed. And others you could tell lived on the street. Even one lady looked and acted like she was strung out on drugs.

When I came home I was realizing I am like these homeless people in a way…I too am not grateful or appreciative of all that I have. I complain that I don’t have a house, nor will ever be able to afford one. I complain about a lot of things instead of being grateful for the crappy apartment I do have to live in. So I guess I need to be more appreciative. It won’t be easy but I guess I should try.