Making a Difference I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before this day ends. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. Today I embark upon a new quest. Today I choose what kind of day I am going to have. I could complain because it is raining but I am thankful that the grass is getting watered for free. I could grumble about my aching bones but instead I rejoice that I am alive. I could wallow in sorrow over my lack of friends but instead I excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships. I could whine because I have to go to work but I embrace it eagerly because I have a job to do and that I do it well. I could complain because I have a class to attend but instead I open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge. I could pass by the old woman in the wheelchair who calls for help but I stop and listen to tales of yesterday and notice the glee in her eyes as she tells her stories. Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be molded and shaped. And here I am, the sculptor, the artist, who gets to do the shaping. What this day will be like is up to me. This is my quest, my destiny. It is early and my canvas is empty, waiting for me to fill it with bright and rich colors. I get to choose what kind of day I will have! Today, I will make a difference. Today I am alive and life is a precious gift. I will not waste it. RNKarenER