No matter how bad my life is going, no matter how crummy a day I’ve had, no matter how many curve balls life throws my way, when I lay my head down at night, I can always say “at least I’m not a cow in a feed yard”.
That really has to be the worse doesn’t it? Compared to pasture cows who can graze all the live long day, a feed yard cow only eats when the feed truck drops food in the trough. The rest of the time they stand there on that huge hill of poop smelling the stench of manure, swatting flies with their tail, and batting dust from their eyelashes in overcrowded conditions, all the while awaiting their day of execution.
Now some people may want to argue this, saying those cows live the life, and to each his own. I just know when I pass by a feed lot, I’m just a little bit more thankful my stomach doesn’t have 4 compartments.
So today, I will count my blessings. And you should to. Even when manure is hitting the fan. Even when the ketchup packet exploded on your white blouse, even if you lost a $50 in the grocery store parking lot, even if your Almond Joy melted in your pocket.
Remember it could be worse.
You could always live in a feed lot.