One of my older brothers died back in 2009 in the fall at the age of 87. He was suffering from bone cancer. When I visited him in the hospital he was always complaint about the care there. About the nurses. About the hospital stealing his watch. A pain in the but he was.

This was the same hospital I had my procedure . I knew these nurses. They were great. He was just being a a bastard, to tell the truth. When I would leave, I would stop at the nurses station and tell them what a good job they were doing with him and that I appreciated their putting up with his crap.

People need to know when they do a good job. For one thing, they will do a better job next time.

And for goodness sakes take stock of your on life. Consider the good things around you not just the things that pitch you off. ("Pitch" is my late sisters word. She also called "boobs" as "boo boos" in those very rare conversations that that topic would come up).

But as been said.

If you don't stop and count your blessings, you are just wasting your time.

If we don't count our blessings
We are just wasting our time