Perspective

I must admit that over the course of these past six months I have felt very, very sorry for myself.  I haven’t had a steady income; I haven’t felt like I have been able to provide for my family quite in the way that I should. The list goes on quite a way.  Instead of being happy and content with what we have and that we are surviving and surviving well, I have found myself getting upset that there isn’t more.  Lots of “Why me?, What can I do?, Why can’t anything good happen?, blah, blah, blah, blah…

Yesterday I got a slap in the face.  A guy that used to work at one of the places I lived before called me.  He had been working for one family for several years as their gardener. Then they moved away, and he stayed with the house.  A friend who moved in the place took him on and kept him employed for about a year.   Then the friend left, the house was sold, and he no longer had a place to work. Last time we spoke, he had been without work for about 3 or 4 months at that point.   Asked me for help, I gave him a little money.   Every now and then he calls.   “Any work?”.   So, he called again last night.   Almost begging, pleading for anything.   He is still without work, he has a wife and child and has no way to support them.

I guess what I am getting at here is that I am ashamed.   I sit here and complain and feel sorry for myself because I am “struggling” when in fact I have no idea what it means to struggle.   My family is healthy.   We eat all our meals in a day.   We have a place to sleep, warm, dry, and secure.   We are comfortable and living well.

I have nothing to complain about.  It is all about perspective. I am going to try and keep that in focus and not lose it again.