I really have no reason to complain.Did you get out of bed today on your own? Can you bend over and pick up something you dropped on the ground? Do you remember the name of the city where you were born? Could you tell me the names of your brothers and sisters? Do you have enough strength in and control over your hands to make your bed? A lot of the wonderful people I encounter at Edgewood each day cannot answer "Yes" to these questions. Yet they are thankful to be alive. To have people around who can help them with what they cannot do. Oh, sometimes they are discouraged by their limitations, but mostly they smile. Then I consider my life and the "troubles" I face:*I don't want to get out of bed, but I can.*I get frustrated by the trash certain family members leave on the floor. And I don't want to pick it up. But I can.*I have too many responsibilities. Too many names and faces and dates and commitments to remember. But I can. Especially with the help of the calendar on my phone. *wink**I don't want to make my bed every day. (After all, I'm not the only one who sleeps in it. *ahem!*) But I can. And after a minute or two of reflecting on these very basic things I can do, I realize:I really have no reason to complain.