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Counting Blessings On My Birthday

Today is my birthday. I’m living for 23 years here on earth, too long for just wandering under the bright sun. Today, even though I’m quite busy with my work, I’ll pause for a while to examine and take a look upon the blessings I have though I know I may not worth it.

++ I thank God for my life…though sometimes I think I’m worthless. Well, everybody plays a role in the ecosystem. Look at the planktons, algae, earthworms…etc..

++I thank God for my family… though they were not perfect and no matter what they do we still belong to the same bloodline.

++ I thank God for my work… though I am not really happy with it still it feeds my sister and me.

++ I thank God for my country (Philippines)… though other nations viewed it as corrupt, poor, and “nanny outsourcing” counrty still, I am proud to be Pinoy… gifted…talented…dedicated.

++ I thank god for my friends… though some of them were out of reach, at least they will be in my treasure chest forever.

++ I thank God for this day… though I’ve only got 200 pesos in my pocket and a super-typhoon is coming (Durian/Reming) at least a year has been added in my age.

++ Lastly, I thank God for my boyfriend, though he’s not here by my side I know he’s thinking of me and he loves me so much...

My only wish is that he will be back safely from Masbate. As of this moment, he’s stranded because of the typhoon. God please hear my plea…

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justina said…
oh...i hope ur boyfriend would be perfectly fine!
10:42 PM
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