You know the song. I know the song. Went to New York this weekend. Drove there to see a Yankee game in the final year of the stadium. It was rained out. Sat in the rain for two hours, got food poisoning of some kind, was sick for the next twelve hours, scratched my cornea with my own contact lens on Monday,… and, yeah, I was kind of feeling sorry for myself.
Until I read this. http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/05/19/asia/19survivors.php
They took turns breathing for 28 hours!!!!
A Russian once said, “You Americans expect everything to be perfect, and when it’s not, you get depressed. Russians expect everthing to to be horrible, and when they’re not, we rejoice.”
All that to say… on our worst day, we still have it pretty good.
Perspective is everything.