Makes me wonder. Who's blessed?

I want to help people. But often, I’m helpless. I have no practical way of helping. Maybe other than to give encouragement. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. Maybe monetarily. Though that’s usually the least effective way. Often, people just have to do things on their own. Lift themselves up by their own bootstraps.  They need will. Resolve. Thing is, many people have defeatist attitudes. They think negatively. Like losers. They go into funks. Into depression. They give up. Or maybe it’s that they want too much. They haven’t learned to savor the little things in life. The solitude that comes with walking along a seashore or in a primeval forest. They lack the ability to fall in love. With anything. But I also see amazing things. Down and out people. Barely getting by. As street peddlers. Or homeless vagrants. But they still have a spirit about ‘em. That life ain’t so bad. Yes, amazing. Maybe it’s that they have good health. They feel good. Physically. Mentally. About themselves. About life. Makes me wonder. If they are the blessed ones.   –Jim Broede