I don’t think I have much, if any, Irish heritage, not matter what my freckles and hair-that-will-not-color-any-shade-that-is-not-red hair may make you think. But Philadelphia sure does love its St. Patrick’s Day, so I say, “When in Rome…”
I’m lucky because:
- I have a comfortable bed, heat, running water and enough money to buy all the food I want to eat.
- A loving family, including my delicious nephew.
- A job that I enjoy, about which I’m passionate, and in which I believe.
- Friends across the country who care about me.
- A reliable car and money to put fuel in the tank.
- The energy and ability to run a couple miles after work.
- Television to entertain me and books to feed my mind.
- Cute polka dotted boots to keep my feet dry.
- Pretty pictures to help me remember the best times.
What makes you lucky?
