I am thanking God for the beautiful daughter he blessed me with. Knowingly fully well that his wife was not pregnant in the recent times, the tenants were confused. One of them asked, "When did the baby arrive?"

"8 years ago," he responded, "I remember the complication that God saw us through during her delivery, and therefore decided to express my heartfelt gratitude to God".

Still confused and perplexed, the neighbors looked at each other, hissed and walked their ways. Their actions took their landlord for a brain sick. Why because he was grateful to God for the things He did years ago.

A month later, the landlord woke up at the wrong side of the bed with a heavy heart. He remembered how he was framed up by some of his colleague and how the incrimination led to losing his well paid job. He sat depressed on his balcony with his head buried between his laps.

The same tenants saw him in his sobering state and sought to know what was wrong. He narrated how he lost his job twelve years ago and concluded with the statement, "I am mourning my lost".

The same folks who saw him has unreasonable for counting his 8 years old blessings saw he as sensible for counting his 12 years lost.

Invariably, people want you to forget your blessing and recount your misfortunes always. I beseech you to do the opposite, count your blessings and forget your misfortunes. The reason is that you get more blessings when you gratuitous lifestyle.