Look around you today: you can complain about what needs to be changed or you can get busy. Two days ago walking with Sharon on the road in front of our house, I complained about all the trash on the shoulders of
the road. Four miles from our house is one of our county’s recycling centers and it is where locals haul their trash. Obviously, from my assessment not all of it makes it to its proper destination. I said something like if I didn’t have to walk the dogs I could pick up some of the trash. My wife simply said: why can’t you do both? Her sermons are shorter than mine and this one like most of hers motivated me to action. For the past two days equipped with plastic bag, leather gloves, and my bright yellow walking shirt so as not to be confused with others who are occasionally assigned such chores by the court I have been out on the road just after sun-rise to combine exercise with making our roadways look better. In two days I have learned I am walking less for now but bending, stooping, and stretching more. My collection confirms that as Americans we eat too much fast food, super size drinks included. I have found the location where homework and acheter cialis some school papers come to hide. Apparently in the early morning, people rely on coffee and an occasional Mountain Dew to pick them up. My recent find of a Jose Cuervo Tequila Gold bottle has me more concerned. God gave us as humans a divine assignment to be earthly caretakers of the earth. I had a choice to make: complain about the trash viagra generic spain or pick up the trash.