Yesterday, I was feeling a bit sorry for myself for having a hearing impairment and having to wear hearing aids to hear people speak; for having feet that swell all the time and not being able to wear the shoes that I’d love to wear; and, having to wear glasses to read.
Then, I saw a woman leaving the hospital, dragging her life-sustaining oxygen tank behind her on two little wheels. I watched her through the windows until she was out of my view as she slowly walked toward her vehicle. That moment certainly gave my self-pitying a jolt into perspective. I imagined that this woman would gladly take all of my physical problems if that meant she could breathe without having to lug around her constant companion.