by Jayne Russell I woke up this morning with a sore back. There's nothing new about that, it happens every day. It would be oh so easy to gripe about it all day and do the whole, "woe is me" thing. That's easy. What's harder is to remove myself from "me" and remember that far too many people didn't have a bed to get out of this morning. And if they did, their day might involve scrounging for food, avoiding armed rebels, or knowing they have no access to medical care of any kind. And then, my …
