I made the mistake of watching the National (international) news last night before going to bed. And it’s no wonder I had a hard time falling asleep. The images and stories of dead children in various forms was too much for me to handle, but was enough to remind myself that if the worst thing that happens to me and to my day is a long commute, I and my family are lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.
We can take a walk without fears, my daughter can run down the sidewalk without worry. We can sit outside and enjoy summer just for what it is. We can grill out and eat ice cream. We can do a lot without thinking of it.
I don’t mean to lessen those hardships we do have that are indeed hardships. In my life, I’ve watched two people die, peacefully and not in front of my eyes in an explosion. I’ve attended the funeral of a baby niece, and it was anything but peaceful. But that memory makes my heart hurt for the families feeling that same feeling. And I don’t mean to minimize the battles that we are fight on a daily basis inside our hearts and heads that no one knows about.
But in general, consider this post my reminder to myself of how, by the sheer luck of where and how I was raised, how I am lucky, in GENERAL. And in GENERAL, I hope you take a moment to do the same.
If the worst thing that happens to you today is you realize all your dry cleaning pants are dirty, you are lucky today.
If the worst thing that happens to you today is you are late for work and you don’t get fired because of it, you are lucky today.
If the worst thing that happens to you today is that you are tired from watching a marathon of television, you are lucky.