Walking water

     "My feet hurt!" I thought, as I tried to turn off my alarm just one more time. I clenched my hand into a fist, trying to turn off the alarm using sheer force. It didn't go off again, and when I finally did wake up I discovered little pieces of it on the floor. Little, sharp, painful pieces of it on the floor. Little sharp painful pieces that REALLY hurt to step on; I soon discovered. Time to get moving, though, I thought to myself. As I picked up my cart for the seventh time, I realized how much better off the people in america have it, getting their water delivered to them. At least, though, the water we walk miles to get is clean. People have it worse off. Even some people in america, who don't even have a HOME. I thought that we had all the problems here, but when you think about it, life is ok. No matter where you are, there IS a way. "Whatever!" I thought. "I sound just like my social studies teacher." Time to get some water.