Perspective is everything. How we look at any given situation including living with a chronic illness determines how we will do. When I was first diagnosed I did what I usually do I started looking online and trying to research. What I found was so depressing!!!!! To this day in the blogosphere, I read from other bloggers with the same challenges I face and I honestly can’t imagine living my life with such a negative outlook. It’s just never been my way. I determine my fate. I feel so blessed every day I wake up on this side of the grass. I love growing older I lost way too many friends and family along the way. They will never know what it to be older. Yes, I have pain every day, hell every minute but I’m here to feel it. That’s a blessing!
I came across this story a little over a year ago ~the author was listed as Anonymous. I just found it so powerful! No matter what we are going through in life, our perspective of the event is what matters.
One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah,” said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”
We have encyclopedias, they have Bible.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.”