It's good to be "ALIVE" : Get up. Look down. Reco'nize you aint 6 feet underground !!!
It's good to be able-bodied : I got two arms, two legs and I can move and breathe unassisted. I remember and appreciate this every single day. I owe it to those less fortunate to use my gifts well. I will fight to the death in defence of anyone who makes the road for those less fortunate more difficult than it already is.
It's good to be grateful : My wife. My kids. My hand-selected corps of real-life friends. My job. My situation despite the challenges we face trying to juggle 10 balls in air daily. Wrong decisions in the past could have resulted in me being alone, single, with no kids to love.
It's good to be a Dad : I'm almost 10 years into this caper now and I can honestly say having kids didn't just change me, IT SAVED ME ! Two daughters have softened my battle-scarred edges. A son forces me to raise my own bar daily. They live in a world of endless possibilities, and I'm thankful I've been able to re-live my childhood with them. When they say "Daddy I need you", it makes me think "there's no way they could ever know I need them a million times more !"
It's good to be a Bulldogs fan : The foresight of my great-ancestors is something I'm eternally grateful for. Back in the 1950's a segment of my family dedicated their energies to this club. That passion was bottled, extracted and concentrated by my mother, who herself was a 10yo child on the sidelines as recovery from her many operations as a child with Cerebral Palsy. When I was born, it was pre-determined within the cells of my DNA that I would be a Bulldogs fan. A dozen or so grand-finals, half-a-dozen premierships, multiple minor-premierships, untold number of Dally M medalists and Internationals all developed within the four walls of Belmore. The memories. The smiles on random faces. The magic in the crowd ..... and to think, if it had've turned out different, I could be a Tigers fan.