Today I stopped at a traffic light to let an old homeless woman cross the street.  How awful I thought.  There are a lot of homeless women out there.  And yes, most of them have mental issues.  If they didn’t when they became homeless, they certainly would develop some living on the streets and fighting for every breath, every scrap of food, every place to lay their head.

As I drove off, I thought I am very lucky.  My health is good.  I have money in the bank, a family and friends who care for me, a nice place to live and food on the table every day.  In fact my car had a bag of groceries I had just bought.

If you, like me, have your health, some dollars, and a safe place to live, consider yourself lucky also.

I do.