It was 9 at night as I passed a wide garbage bin by the street and saw a boy crouching there. With his bare hands, he ducked into a pile of rubbish, looking for something valuable enough he could sell again. A touching view which might be common in the near future.

How many children are like that in this country? I can’t count. They seem to be everywhere. Yet, I know people who have had enough still complain. I do too sometimes. 

Why are we such a complainer, God? I asked Him that night… and He asked me to count my blessings.