“When I wake up on a hot summer morning, I look up and learn from those spinning blades of the ceiling fan, how they are so dependent on the electric power, and that there is nothing wrong in this dependency. They are made for this. They are lifeless, yet always providing comfort and care to a living being like me. I feel blessed. This is how I begin my day—by learning to count the blessings.” WisdomLife LessonsLivingSummerBlessingsCeiling FanBlades Of Fan Book:Attainable Source: Attainable