Blessings

At age five, I got my first Coke.  It was so good that I wanted it to last.  Chances were pretty good that it might be three or four years before I would get another one.  So after a few sips, I put the bottle in the windosill (we didn't have an icebox, much less a refrigerator).  Unfortunately, the next morning the soda was flat and stale and had to be thrown away.  As a five-year-old, I suddenly understood that you should enjoy life's blessings, no matter how small, when you can, because they won't last forever.

-Pg 6