I have in my hands two boxes Which God gave me to hold.

He said, Put all your sorrows in the black, And all your joys in the gold.

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes Both my joys and sorrows I store.

But though the gold became heavier each day The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black I wanted to find out why

And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud, I wonder where my sorrows could be.

He smiled a gentle smile at me.

y child, they're all here with me.

I asked, God, why give me the boxes, Why the gold, and the black with the hole?

y child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, the black is for you to let go.

We should consider all of our friends a blessing.