Blessed

You know, the saying that "you never know what you got till it's gone" is so true. I've realized that lately. And I should feel even more blessed, because only when I see what others have lost do I realize how blessed I am.
Prime example: only by seeing the social chaos harvested in other peoples' family lives do I realize how great mine is. They may not be perfect (yes, everyone is embarressed by their dad at some point), but they darn well know how to raise a kid!
How?
Well, again, as illustrated in society, I'm not:
1) a psychopath who murders little kids (like in Newtown).
2) chronically depressed and a low-achiever (I may not aim the highest, but I certainly have standards).
3) angry at the world, God, and people in general for my own faults.
4) irresponsible with money. Sure, my pockets are a little loose, but I work hard and spend on worthwhile stuff.
5) indecisive in what I believe in. They taught me, I researched the validity myself, and now I belief it for myself too.
6) dead. That's a good achievement, too.

But really, we have almost no divorces, everyone is pretty happily married, and no one in the family hates each other. Good family; rare family.


With such an attractive family, how could you not be attracted to us?

I could go so deep into this post, but I don't know where else to begin. Plus, if you know me well enough, you'll get to know my family. ;D

~ Jacob