It was 4:45am and the neighborhood was quiet. A lone car was driving out, maybe to get to work - maybe just coming home - but its lights bounced from house to house as it continued on to its destination. The sky was clear as the stars shone bright, and I had to wonder what the rest of the world was doing. In some places it was already tomorrow; in others, people were still sleeping, only dreaming of what today would bring.

And as I sat awake in bed, I couldn't help but be thankful for my world. Aside from being tired in that moment, I was warm, comfortable and fortunate. So I don't have a job currently (or at least a full-time one) and slowly but surely my frustrations are rising. But I do have enough to maintain a comfortable lifestyle. I don't have to worry about where my next meal will be or if it will be. The roof over my head is solid and strong; the house I live in filled with loving family.

Sometimes I forget just how much I have, only to forget just how little others do.