I take my health for granted.
I forget it's even there.
I brush off scrapes and bruises,
Ignore the wear and tear.
Lord, thank you for a strong body:
For muscles that work and grow,
My eyes and ears that work so well,
And all the parts I know.
Help me keep in mind, dear Lord,
All the strength I have.
May I never learn the price of pain,
And if so, take it "like a man."
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I was blessed with few complications concerning my health, making for few physical obstacles in my life. But my family members' health slowly began to deteriorate, and it really impressed on my siblings and I how fortunate we are to have good health. We should not only be aware of our condition, but also take advantage of it and help those who are less fortunate.