It was one of those mornings. Other people’s to-do lists crowding out my own, yesterday’s laundry begging to be washed, and constant phone calls on a dying cell phone.
I was feeling sorry for myself, running high on caffeine and low on patience.
Then someone fell and there was blood and a quick trip to the doctor’s office.
Another phone call (after removing the battery for the umpteenth time today) and a friend is back in the hospital.
And I remembered how quickly it all can change.
Suddenly, it was things like reduced doctor bills and free coffee with a full punch card that were making me pause to give thanks.
Because I opened my eyes and looked around and realized my problems weren’t so big after all.