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Rather blessings, after counting my misfortunes, I realized how the more blessed I am.

The Goth boy stares at me, and I give him a what-are-you-looking-at stare right back. ____ dead,_ he says in a dull monotone. __ardon me?_ Adriana asks, but he keeps staring at me. __ou__e dead, too. Look at your veins. They__e blue._ He points at my forearms where dark veins run their lengths. __ou__e rotting like me._ I glance to Adriana, hands clasped and praying that she won__ leave me here. Adriana__ stopped crying now and squints at the boy before standing to pull closed the curtain that rings my cot. __razy,_ she says with an uncertain smile. __ou__e not rotting._ . . . ninety-nine, one hundred . __o,_ I reply. __ut I will if you leave me here.

Nature has created countless number of wonders, we got a long way to go as man have created only seven wonders.

A joyful person is one who deals daily with their problems, faithfully and obediently counting their trials as joy.

Just as stars shine brightest in the darkest night, your joy blazes brilliantly through life__ problems when you count them as joy.

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of paper. I count the broken beats of my heart I count my pulse and my blinks and the number of tries it takes to inhale enough oxygen for my lungs. I stay like this I stand like this I count like this until the feeling stops. Until the tears stop spilling, until my fists stop shaking, until my heart stops aching. There are never enough numbers.

It is only normal that people count losses with their minds, and ignore to count blessings with the graciousness of their hearts.

I count my blessings as follows:1) I'm alive.2) Beauty is in the world all around me.3) I share my love with everyone and not just a select few.4) I give thanks to whoever made and created us no matter which religion it my be.5) I never stop smiling, laughing and being happy.6) I try and help those who need it the most.7) I try not to hate, injure or kill anything or anyone.8) I share what I have even if I don't have a much.9) I write and share my thoughts so that it may bring comfort to other people.10) I never ask for anything for me from anyone.11) I follow the other 10 blessings.

I tried to count all the seconds that I have loved you for, but I gave up. I found it was easier to count the number of the stars in the universe.

It__ easy to count other people__ mistakes. Make your own if you can.

Take responsibility for your life and count solely on yourself

People having a victim complex are not apt to count on themselves in dealing with problems and they tend to wait for a savior

I start to count. This is the important part. I have to count right. Not too fast, nor too slow. All the way to one hundred. It must be spoken aloud, without interruption. Whispering is acceptable; the count keeps my wolf to the Dark Wood. It keeps me on safety__ slender path.

But you can count the dead bodies from alcohol, tobacco, and legal pharmaceuticals by the millions.

Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.

Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.

If you can count your money, you don't have a billion dollars.