What Could Be Worse?
Hadn't been feeling well for several days and couldn't figure out what was wrong. Listless and stomach problems.
Well, it finally hit me. Some strain of a cold like I'd never had before. Felt so bad I thought dying would be a blessing. But today, I'm feeling a shade better. So I got to thinking (uh, oh!). What could be worse? As bad as I felt, why would I rather have had this cold than other situations I could have been in?
Here's some I definitely hope I never have to face:
Total bed rest. (I like to move around too much!)
Cancer (I hate to even say the word)
Biblical Job's news (you know, your whole family gone?)
A house fire that takes all my memories
Both hands broken (no writing-wail . . .)
An unhealthy child
I guess I'll eventually get over this cold. That's a lot to be thankful for.
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before it. --Jacob A Rus