I walked out of my house this morning to go to work, took a deep breath, and thought to myself, “I have a pretty good life. I am grateful for this.” After all, the heat of the summer seemed to be dissipating, and although the sky was overcast, all the flowers in the garden are out, and I am on my way to a job I really love. I have a roof over my head and all the bills that need to be paid have been paid. I’m reasonably healthy for someone my age, and…
