I find it easy to “count my blessings” and see myself as wealthy. I still occasionally say (as I used to say often), that I am an extremely wealthy man; however all my wealth is tied up in blondes—My wife is blonde (in her sixties, with still only a few threads of gray, and no “bottle magic”), and I have two blonde daughters, now grown and married and the sort of people one can be proud to call friends and daughters.
When I speak simple truth about my family, I sound as though I am bragging. This is, in plain fact, true wealth. Each day is a gift, though I suppose like all persons, I have some tendency to get busy and take things for granted.
I am not a religious person, but it is for me hard to disagree with this religious quote, presumably from the Bible somewhere:
“This is a day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
I have been far more fortunate that most, perhaps— but I think that everyone can partake and share in the wealth that is the gift of each day as it comes.