While people watching in a mall today, a group of mentally handicap people passed by. I was stricken by a notion that we are the fortunate ones. Our problems, shallow as they are, aren’t really problems. They are inconveniences.
What right do we have to complain? After everything we’ve been given, we have the nerve to belly ache that it isn’t good enough, shame on us. Honor to those who truly suffer, and still have the courage to live.
“Count your blessings, not your problems”