I look around at the friends I’ve gathered over a lifetime and really wonder about myself. I’ve never chose a friend because of their social status, or the amount of money they had in their pockets. Yes I do wonder how some of them actually became to be called my friend. Some are strange, even for me. Some I started out hating and somehow they’ve become my closest friends.

I think that is Gods way of telling me I can’t change who I am or where I came from. I grew up in poor rural Kentucky and we didn’t know we were really poor. Everyone around us was just like us so we assumed being poor was normal, I guess it still is.

I look back and some of the people that I’ve looked up-to in life. I’m 50 years old so I’m going back to my childhood till present. I have to honestly say most never had any money, or lived in a big house, or even drove new automobiles. Some had absolutely nothing. But those were the people that I’d trust with my life and the life of my children. They were poor but they were and are always extremely happy!

I know people with a little money and it seems they’re always unhappy about something or another. It seems like a lot of people take advantage of them.

In the final days of my life who do I really want to be like. Whose funeral have I been to that people were honestly hurt because of their passing, and not there to see if they’re going to inherit something.  My wife lives her life like one of these people, and it seems like a lot of people take advantage of her kindness. (at least from my eyes).

She said, “Be Thankful for what you have, not upset about the things you don’t have” or “Someone else is thankful for less than what you have…”