I immediately thought of this poem when I read this.

Dear Lord:

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm
rings, thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who
are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light
as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are
blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you
Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are
bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks
are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short, thank you,
Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures
in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you,
Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job often is hard, thank you,
Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have
no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you,
Lord, for life.