This week I indulged in some moments of feeling sorry for myself. I work 2 jobs. I have 2 kids. my husband's job stinks and he need to go for something better...
Then I got a call from a good friend. You know the kind of friend I'm talking about... the kind of friend who you speak to and you pick up just where you left off. All is the same. You catch up and it was like yesterday.
But it isn't like yesterday. Yesterday she didn't have BRAIN CANCER. Really? Brain caner?
Yep. Brain cancer. My problems are so small. How dare I even feel sorry for myself for a moment?
If you pray, please pray for my friend. I don't care how confident a surgeon is... we are talking about BRAIN CANCER. Damn. My life is great. How dare I complain that I have bronchitis?
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