Taken for Granted
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I was truly
sick and tired of being taken for granted; but then I realized that the taking
had been done by me.
I wake up giving thanks, but giving
thanks and being thankful are two different things.
Then it
happened; I couldn’t breathe and was losing consciousness. I woke up on the
floor and an EMT was standing over me.
A few days
later, it was discovered that I have been pushing though severe adult onset
asthma.
When I tell
you that I am now grateful for every breath, ever word, every song; I truly
mean.
I ain’t got
time to be otherwise. I am even grateful for asthma----well, I’m getting there, me and my harmonica.
Asthma is severe,
but so am I.
I feel like
I’ve been given a chance to truly see. All of the crap that has been bothering
me is largely due to this thing that had gone undiagnosed.
I’m much
better and I am grateful. I’m even grateful for the steroid effect---pumped up,
but still here.
Whatever you
are going through, keep smiling.
Keep breathing.
Keep being
grateful.
Stop giving
thanks to something out there and be thankful for you, because that’s where God
is.
Be you, be well, be grateful.
Bertie Berry, PhD.
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