This last week I've been doing some painting at a care facility. Quadraplegics, schizophrenics, autistics, Down's syndrome.
They come out (or look out, or stare out) of their rooms and "talk" with me while I'm working.
I don't really know how to put this into words, but...
I've got a helluvalot to be thankful for, and "God" has a hellovalot to answer for.
Craig