I've had a couple of difficult days at work and found it easy to feel sorry for myself when things didn't go as I hoped. Driving home from work the last few days, I've been greeted by hundreds of American flags lining the streets near my house. This is a view across the street from my house where one of the many flags is poised in the recent snow.
The flags were placed by a local group that wanted to honor a local fallen solider, who died recently in Afghanistan. However tough my day has been, I simply can't feel sorry for myself a minute longer when I see the parade of flags. I 'm instantly reminded how good I have it and how grateful I am to have the life I do.