Yesterday I was feeling overwhelmed, annoyed and just plain moody. I had the day off, but ended up working harder than I would have if had gone to work. I had to take a taxi from Baltimore City to Bethesda, and was none too happy about that either. It was then my Driver began to tell me about a young man who had lost both legs in the Iraq/Afghanistan war. He recounted the story of how his wife left him because she was unable to see a future with a disabled partner. The Driver said the young man is doing well, but the wife does not want the young daughter to see him, as he is. WOW! I can think of several life lessons the daughter can learn from watching her father maneuver through life, such as character, perseverance, humility….
After feeling incredibly sad for the young man, it occurred to me that I was being a real ingrate! I am alive, conscious, loved, safe, warm….I could go on and on about the ways God has shown me favor. So, the next time I have a personal pity party, I will have humble pie…..with ice cream of course.