I am now in the habit of paying 50 cents each morning for a copy of the North County Times somewhere along the (ghetto) streets of Vista on my way to work. Today I flagged down a middle aged hispanic guy with kind eyes and a soft smile. In exchanging how-are-you-this-morning's, he responded with such sweet sincerity, "I'm blessed." And I was so caught off guard, because unlike the "I'm great" I responded with, his words are the kind that cannot be said casually. I imagine that they can only come from the deepest part of the heart, which (I could not think of a more poetic way to say this) made me feel like shit because I am so overwhelmingly blessed, and yet I can rarely bring myself to utter those words.