My sister lost her husband a few months ago and she’s just starting to come out of the fog. I called her for her birthday last week but she couldn’t talk. She was sobbing. So she decided to spend her birthday visiting a friend of our mother’s, a 96-year-old woman who is bedridden with round the clock care. And my sister experienced how things could be so much worse for her.
It’s all a matter of perspective, how we see things, how our attitudes govern the way we live our lives.
Gratitude in hard times takes the wisdom of knowing that my life could be worse in an infinite amount of ways.