This post has nothing to do with religion (or lack thereof), politics, or anything controversial. I'm not hawking a book, pushing a cause, or bragging about my golf score.
What this blog IS about is simply a statement of happiness, satisfaction, and contentment with my life.
I'm one of the lucky ones. No, I'm not "blessed". I don't "thank god". I'm just fortunate, that's all.
My life at the moment is good. Actually, it's always been good (Okay, 95% good). I'm what you'd call, a happy camper: great health (as far as I'm aware), seldom sad or depressed. I have everything I want--a nice home, money, great children and grandkids. I live alone which gives me independence and freedom to do what (etc.) I want. All this and no god.
However, the good life could be gone in a flash. From out of the blue, one of my friends became incapacitated from a series of strokes recently. I've been asked to pray for him, but, of course, I won't. There's no hope--he can't talk or move. It's his sad condition that has caused me to appreciate what I have. Perhaps my healthy lifestyle has been a major factor. More likely, I've just been lucky.