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: here yah go: : When I try to keep things in perspective, I remember that I griped about my old shoes until I saw a man with no feet. : I complained about my right hip that hurts, until I saw a man in a wheel chair. : I griped about the dirty air I breathe in Tokyo til I saw a man carrying around a breathing backpack, dragging a tank of air behind him. : I griped about our 35-year-old, shabby, three-story house-church-office with heavy tiles and rotting foundation and then I saw the Kobe earthquake where 85 percent of 5,000 died in houses just like ours. : I griped about the obnoxiously loud sounds of Tokyo until I saw two deaf people using sign language. : I griped about my right eye that has a floater in it until I saw a blind man with a white cane and a dog. : I griped about my crowded airplane seat until I heard about ValuJets crashing into the Florida everglades. : I griped about my own worn rug until I saw a picture of a Rwandan refugee sleeping in mud at a filthy camp. : I griped about my tooth aching until I saw a man put in his false teeth. : I griped about knocking my head on the low Japanese doorway until I saw 200 cardboard boxes with live men sleeping in them at the railway station. : I griped about no e-mail from the kids until I realized that my boys best friends parents would never hear from their son because he was killed in a traffic accident.

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