Where should I begin….. First of all I would like to say, that I am not now nor have I ever been, a cry baby. When I was a kid I got my share of scrapes and bruises. Some of the most memorable: One time riding my bike around the neighborhood, I hit something that caused my bike to stop dead in it’s tracks. Unfortunately for me, I kept going. I scraped both knees and elbows. I then proceeded to go home and clean them up so it wouldn’t look bad when I went back outside. Another time my friend and I were wrestling around with this bigger kid we met that evening. While pretending to be in some big time ring my eye lid collided with my friends head. Split it right open. I was disappointed that we had to stop our play so I could go home and put a compress on it. Never missed a day of school, play, or work due to injury. Ok………..maybe I called in a time or two, but to be honest, it was only because I had other things I wanted to do that day. There was two different times when I was down for a week. Another time I was out for a month. That was all related to the cancer I had. Guess what!! I beat that. I didn’t let that keep me down either. So, in getting to my point. We seem to have become a country full of whiners and cry babies. Anything and everything that doesn’t go our way we cry and carry on about it for hours. I hear it at work, at home, I see it on the news, read it in the papers and online. There are those of you that have to whine about how hard your job is. Then you turn around and whine about the lack of hours the job you don’t like is not giving you. People whine about how much stuff you have to do on your days off. Then come into work and whine about it being Monday. ‘Oh how you miss your days off.’ You whine about the traffic, but heaven forbid you should have to walk anywhere. Which leads me to this one. You want to whine about the gas prices while you jump into your opec loving, gas guzzling SUV. You complain about the weather, it’s too hot, or it’s too cold. Some of you want to complain about the wind messing up the hairdo the hair dresser didn’t get right in the first place. The store with predominantly the lowest prices in town, didn’t have your specific over priced brand. Maybe your day off was ruined because the guy next door stunk up the neighborhood, apparently he used too much lighter fluid. Then you have the nerve to complain when your neighbors don’t ask you to join them. I have something to say to all of you unhappy, spoiled little fools. “I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.” I feel most of the people in this country are not good at dealing with adversity. To those of you who whine and cry everyday as a part of your daily routine, it may look like the rest of us are listening, were not. Basically, myself, I would just as soon ship you off to some third world country. Where your house is either a tent or some broken down shack with no running water. The only cell phone they have is the one hanging on the jail wall. Driving your car will be for not, because they have no roads to speak of. Oh yeah, if you can’t build a fire in an open pit without fluid you are going hungry. One last point I would like to make here. I believe with all my heart that the poor attitudes you people have makes the country vulnerable and weak. Strength lies in those that can deal with the adversities that life gives us. It is too bad there are not as many of those people as there used to be.