I am reading a wonderful book. Same Kind of Different as Me. It's the story about a homeless man and a rich art seller who form the unlikeliest of friendships. Somewhere in the book, the international art seller relates a story that goes something like this.
He sees a homeless man in the street who has not eaten for days and has absolutely nothing. Despite his hard life, he is smiling and when asked why, the man replies: "I woke up!".
It made me realize how little I appreciate and truly value the most important things in life--the small things. I've never really thought about the miracle in waking up. In the true gift of another day. We should all wake up every day with that same awe and say to ourselves as we open our eyes: "I woke up!".
A small prayer of thanksgiving. It's a good way to start the day.