I live in a building that someone else built.
I eat food that someone else grew.
I know the joy of music because others shared it with me.
I know how to write because someone else taught me how.
I have been fed, clothed, and sheltered when I had nothing to give in return.
I have learned by the examples of others what it means to be a good friend.
So many of life's blessings came without my having earned them.
So much of life's meaning comes from those who do not count the cost.
To all these people who have made my life what it is: