Sometimes it takes witnessing someone else's hardship or tragedy to put our own problems in proper perspective. We are frustrated having to drive in the rain and we see a jack-knifed eighteen-wheeler and five car pile-up on the opposite side of the highway, with police lights and ambulances and fire trucks, and all of a sudden, our lack of visibility and the water on our windshield is no big deal.
As we pass miles and miles of standstill traffic, we are filled with gratitude. Silly us. Here we thought we were unlucky to have to drive in the rain, and it turns out, we have been unexpectedly blessed.
I am grateful for where I am and what I have. It could always be so much worse.
