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Count your blessings

I confess, this isn’t original.

At a nursing home a group of Seniors were sitting around
talking about all their ailments.

“My arms have gotten so weak I can hardly lift this cup of
coffee,” said one.

“Yes, I know,” said another. “My cataracts are so bad I
can’t even see my coffee.”

“I couldn’t even punch out the chad at election time, my
hands are so crippled,” volunteered a third.

“What? Speak up! What? I can’t hear you!”

“I can’t turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck,”
said a fourth, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.

“My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!” exclaimed
another.

“I forget where I am, and where I’m going,” said another.

“I guess that’s the price we pay for getting old,” winced an
old man as he slowly shook his head. The others nodded in agreement.

“Well, count your blessings,” said one woman cheerfully ….“and thank God we can all still drive.”

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