I only know vaguely what it was that first planted the idea of gratitude as a lifestyle (and not a fleeting action or feeling) in my head. I had an accident when I was 21 and living with my parents. I had a just-slightly-more-than-minimum-wage job that bored me to no end. On my way to work one morning, in dense fog.
You’d think that the gratitude was a result of being not dead or even badly hurt, but you’d be wrong (I was young…).Read More