Blessed

I'm not too sure of what being blessed really means. It never feels like a matter of luck, but a matter of having the right gift or mind-set about your life. Most people in this world take so much for granted. I think it has something to do with the fact that it's all we've ever known or been naturally surrounded by. And as we sit back enlcosed and oblivious to most of what goes on, others grow up striving to do what they feel assigned to do. It's almost like they couldn't possibly ever once consider their own feelings because they are too busy worried about how others feel.

Now, not all people are like this. There are the people that are raised the way any person would enjoy being raised. In other words- blessed. But instead of being grateful and accepting what was naturally brought to them, they take advantage of the money, looks, job, ext. and wind up taking a turn they didn't expect to take. From then on, all they once had seems like just a waste of time.

A few nights ago, my dad asked me if I'd like to run his taxes to the Post Office dowtown. After a long car ride with the 'two for the price of one' long talk, we decided to hit the McDonalds drive-through. Before we were going to order, a tall, slim black man came up to the window. His hat was wrapped tightly around his head, and he had a dark colored jacket with small sleeves. I hadn't been paying much attention since my dad let me mess around with his Blackberry. The man spoke with a ridgid and cold tone, asking my dad for some money to eat. He handed him a dollar, but the man made it clear that it wasn't enough for a drink on the side. As we pulled away and our food was placed in the car, I'd lost my appetite. I began to feel sorry for him, and myself. It was a selfish feeling that i truley wanted to hide. I felt as if my dad could see me feeling this way, but i said nothing. "I want to give that man the rest of my change." My dad said as we started to leave. We held are breath to look back in the window. He was not there, and it was clear that he hadn't ever been.

I'm not sure why this bothered me so much. I first felt pitty, and eventually an anger rushed over me as i discovered this man was probably off getting drunk at some bar with my dad's money. Indescribable thoughts filled my head for the rest of the ride home, and as i lied in bed that night the man would not leave my head. Soon, I began to feel something else. I felt blessed.

I now know more so that it's good to be happy and grateful for everything you have. Some experiences have more of an effect than others, it just depends on how you relate or possibly how you feel about the situation. After this, I really do feel blessed.