“my father built this for us when we were little kids... if you look down there, that valley sort of look like a canyon, doesn’t it?”
“i wouldn’t know, i can’t see very far without my glasses.”
“strange, isn’t it? you never know how lucky you are until someone point it out for you.”
“i never count my blessings, i count people’s blessings. keeps me on my toes.”
“true. but you have to admit sometimes though; we are the lucky ones.”
