I am blessed.
Just this afternoon, when riding my motorcycle, I dropped the phone in a crowded road.
The vehicles were not speeding, but nevertheless there are lots of them.
I was lucky to have this one truck driver, stopping right in front of my phone, letting the panic me who stopped in the middle of the road to take the phone.
I thanked him multiple times, bowing as a sign of respect, something I learned from the Japanese.
The fact that I dropped my phone, I didn’t realize it happened at all.
What I acknowledge to happen is the fact that my phone is okay when it could have been crushed by wheels.
That’s why I’m blessed.
Not because I’m lucky.
Not because trouble seems to be away from me.
But from the fact that I remove all misfortunes from my memory, and only remember the good things.
This way, my life is happier, and I can share my happiness to other people.
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