in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve just been ever the slightest bit self-pitying lately, feeling sort of frustrated with work and S.’s schedule and the end of daylight savings time and…well, you get the picture, and I’ve taken some of that frustration out on this blog. Today, I felt a conglomeration of frustrations coming together, most a product of hormones but some legitimate irritations and as I drove from my office to the hospital I worked myself up into a justifiable fury, thinking about all the things I’d say to everybody, and I wasn’t going to be a doormat anymore! After parking my car I walked into the hospital lobby and there was this old African American woman in a wheelchair, wrapped up in blankets, IV’s dripping sustenance into her veins, a scarf around her bare head, her eyes jaundiced, and she was eating a supersized Frosty from Wendy’s. She looked at me and smiled (I wear hospital identification) and I smiled back and she said “I just love these things,” and dug her spoon in more vigorously and I said “I love them too,” and she said “You have a God-blessed day.”
And all that other stuff – ALL that other stuff – just melted away, disappeared. I don’t talk about religion or faith or anything too much, but here is one truth: I am quite blessed, and it would behoove me to remember it more often.
*This is the second NaBloPoMo post, and you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t respond to your comments as much as I usually do during this time – I’ll do the best I can and in December I’ll return to responding individually as much as possible – your comments are always read and greatly appreciated*