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What Happens When You Count Your Blessings?

I think I was upset about losing a baseball game. I don’t remember. I’m better now, but when I was a kid, everybody knew when I was upset. I made sure of it. And I hated when someone tried to break those foul moods. Wouldn’t you know it. My mom said, “count your blessings.” Yeah. What blessings? We lost! Wasn’t she listening? I was a real peach. It turns out, my mom was right. Read more →