Why Must I Compare?

Everyday, yes, every day, if I took a phone call with a voice asking me if I am a lucky, blessed and fortunate person, I would without hesitation reply 'yes'.   I would end the call and promptly proceed to carry on thru that everyday day blind to the precise people and circumstances constituting my previously declared status.  I scan CNN, HLN, Yahoo reports for world conditions and now read warnings of impending oil on beloved white beaches, as well as on wildlife whose only possible infraction against BP oil was to poop during a fly-over.   For the past three days, the Nashville area has been under siege by the same Mother Nature who brings us glorious sunsets, harvest moons and roses of an indescribable color.  Too much of a good thing is not, in this case, a wonderful thing and can only be compared to the insufferable absence of hydration.  So, for today, this is really real - I am a darn lucky, blessed beyond merit, fortunate with every tick of the clock woman and most days I do not live like one.  But I want to.