It's been quite an experience being part of the hospital scene. It lacks all the sex and drama that Grey's Anatomy entails, but nonetheless, it's reality.

There was this 1lb baby that I was helping the nurse draw blood from. I forget the term, but this baby has this condition where his blood tends to clot very quickly. The lab had trouble testing the blood twice already, and had asked for a third sample. There were bruises on both his heels from where the first two needles and he was abnormally very red everywhere.

At that moment, as i held his head with my palm and fed him his pacifier, i just felt blessed. I felt blessed for my health and just for being born healthy.

A month ago I felt blessed being free. I felt blessed for shelter, food, and family. A month ago I worshipped with prisoners.

..I guess my point is.. Why do my life's blessings become apparent when i am exposed to others who aren't as blessed as i am? why am i receiving blessings for other people's sufferings?

It's true. I am blessed. I am blessed for everything I experience, own, and feel. But why don't i feel this on a daily basis? Why don't i appreciate this every single day? Why am i so selfish.