I was thinking about how many blessings I have. It was a good process but as I thought it occurred to me that it has not been as smooth a sail as my current thinking makes it. I am not sure what spurred the tangent. Maybe the problems that I saw others experiencing came to mind. Maybe I thought of some complaints I had heard. Some people seem to have more than their share of pot holes.
It occurred to me that I have my own struggles I could share.
Some people feel they were held down by childhood poverty. I could tell you stories of meals centered around bread and gravy. How about the Christmas that my brother and I got one toy to share? Remember patches on the knees of your pants before they were a fashion statement?
Things did not get better overnight. I once worked a minimum wage job with no health insurance and needed a doctor. How about being a month behind in my rent with nothing but a can of soup on the shelf and no job? Then there was the homeless period with a pregnant wife and ten dollars in my pocket.
Children always raise the bar. The hospital wanted $500 before they would release my wife and child and I had no money. One of the doctors hounded us on the phone for a long time because we had not paid his bill. Did I share that at the time of the birth we had no insurance? Then there was the three year old on a gurney in a small town hospital sunk in a coma and no one knew why. How about a child with a brain tumor or one who lost the use of her arms.
We could go on about cancers, but why bother. You get the picture.
We have come through it all feeling very blessed, not put upon.
Now if I could just find an honest newspaper.
homo unius libri
Good luck with the latter. As for the rest, you chose not to let it break you. God bless you.
ReplyDeleteI can dream, can't I?
DeleteGrace and peace.