We have to stop complaining.

I remember the story of the little boy who was always complaining to his mother because he had no shoes to wear until one day he was walking down the street and he saw a little boy who had no feet and he stopped complaining.

You know the old farmer - he wakes up in the morning and the sun comes up and he says, “Here comes the drought.” Complaining!

And then at lunchtime, when the clouds start coming over, dark clouds full of rain, he says,” Here comes the floods.”

He is just never happy.

Now the best way to combat complaining is to start counting your blessings.