Count Your Blessings

Today I was delivering pocket schedules around the city for the Yankees,and I got out of my car by one of the stops, and there was this homeless woman, in completely ripped pants, and soleless shoes. The sight of this made me just stop and stare, I know rude. I was just shocked, and hurt for her. How does she make it? I am sitting here stressing how I am going to pay for school, while she can't even pay for her next meal. Everyday I run about 5-8 miles and yesterday while running, I ran by two homless men, and when I went out last night around eleven, the two same men were sitting in the same exact place. Once again, I kinda just zoned out for a minute, and thanked god that I am as fortunate as I am. Anyone that reads this, count your blessings!