A man raced down the hospital steps one rainy day and jumped into a passing bus with the remark, "What a beautiful day it is!" The rain was pouring in torrents, it was dreadfully cold and everyone was bemoaning the foul weather. The conductor remarked, half amused, "You must be mad, Mister, to call this a beautiful day."

"You'd be as mad with delight", the man replied with enthusiasm, "If you also had recovered your sight after three years of blindness."

We should learn to appreciate what we have. Let us enjoy the pleasures that are ours, instead of pining for those we miss. The following little verse may be remembered in this context:

Winter makes us long for Spring, Darkness for the down;
We always seem to miss them most, Our playmates when they're gone!