A story is told of a well-to-do man of a former generation who on his brisk early morning walk would daily meet a workingman on his way to the factory. One day as they passed each other, the wealthy man added to his usual nod-of-the-head greeting these words of complaint, "I have no choice but to make this walk early each morning to get a stomach for my meat." The workingman responded, "And I must walk this early each morning to get meat for my stomach!" The reality is that neither man was truly satisfied with his lot in life because each was shortsighted.

In his "Selkirk Grace," Scottish poet, Robert Burns, writes,

Some hae meat and canna eat;
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat;
Sae let the Lord be thankit.[1]

Robbie Burns realized that it is a blessing beyo…