A Wise Man's Words

My father was an Italian immigrant who came to this country as a child. When he was 50 years old, I was born (must be something in the gene pool!). Anyway, after having a child of my own and a new divorcee, I moved home with my parents. I had a good job and did not rely on my parents or ex for anything, but I stil got depressed a lot. My Dad would sit with me and share some wine and tell me one thing over and over again. I can hear his words now when he said " Vickie Marie, you need to remember that there are people in this world better off than you, and people who are worse off than you". I take that into account a lot more since I'm older now. I guess what he was trying to tell me is that you are given a place here, do with it what you can. Don't envy those who have more than you, but don't forget those who have less. He was a loving, caring man who always took care of the family, but always remembered to give to those who were hurting. Material things don't really mean a lot to me. I feel as though I've done the best that I could with what was given to me. I guess what I'm trying to say is, do the best with what you have, and don't forget those that could use a helping hand.