lucky and thankful

I read an old newspaper this morning. It was so old that the color of the paper has been changed and both,the writings and the pictures are faded. But still I can read the news.

There was a story of a man, a soldier, who has lost his arms. He went back home for he is no use for the crop. His wife has gone to another man, but his son was still there. His son was the very first person who greeted him, and he couldn't do anything. No hands to hug...
Tears trickled down his cheeks much more for the willing of his heart to give his son a hug. His only wish is to give his son a HUG. And how can this man hug his son without any hands...????

I was in tears as well. Felt so worthless all of sudden. From this story I can get a point that you don't have to be lucky in life you just need to thankful.

And I am doing nothing to prove my thankfulness. An ass really, rubbish, that's me!
Piling up my sins and still smiling all the way...
Knowing my wrongness, and aware of it but still doing the same...
Run to where my heart takes me...
Fell sorry?? no!! or not yet!

Am I not a lucky man alive? And where is my thankfulness?????????????????