The text message came on my phone at about 2 pm. It was from my husband:
“I know someone who is having a worse day than you.”
How did he know II was having a bad day?
Only moments before I was soaking in my own mind about the way things were for me right now in my life. How I didn’t like it. What was the solution? Oh woe is me!
I was already berating myself for feeling this way knowing that things were not bad and that I was just having a day. Yet that didn’t seem to do much good. So when I got this photo it was like someone had slapped me in the face.
My step son had a nail gun backfire and the nail pierced into his finger and planted itself securely into the bone.
I snapped out of it then but it made me wonder.
Earlier nothing was working to put me in a good mood. I acknowledged my blessings, I said prayers to loved ones in need. I felt sad for the homeless standing near the freeway. Yet I was still feeling sorry for ME. It made me ashamed all the more.
And although everything worked out fine for my stepson, I learned something real about gratitude.
When something like this happens closer to home, it was enough for me to pay attention. We hear about others misfortunes all the time. It’s hard to escape. Although there is empathy there is also a distance between us making it not as real for me. I can never know their suffering.
Yes, things could be a lot worse in my life.
This picture serves as a reminder.