When I was 16, I went to Tijuana, Mexico with a youth group to build homes for families in the surrounding areas. Each evening, after a day spent sanding, nailing, painting, etc. we drove back to our temporary residence, St. Innocent Orphanage and listened to Wonderwall in the car. Every evening, as a group, we sang Wonderwall together. To me, the song is synonymous with gratitude. It reminds me to be grateful for the roof I have over my head, for the food on my table and for my family and friends that offer their unconditional love and support.