Yesterday, as I was sitting in my infusion center's waiting room, having my own little internal pity party because, once again, things got screwed up and the Tysabri hadn't arrived when it was supposed to (a week ago), so I'm a week late on the infusion AND the hospital decided I needed to pay $250 before I can get the infusion. So, I'm sitting there, feeling sorry for myself that I'm going to have to launch another insurance vs hospital War, when in walks a patient to get his infusion (of what, I don't know).
But I notice this little patient (4 years old) is walking very slowly - and then I see why. He has two artificial legs ... and one hand is missing ... and the other hand has no fingers. I was so totally humbled and felt like God just slapped me upside the head and said, "You have no problems, woman, so quit your pity party".
And did I mention the brilliant smile this precious little boy had?
Turns out, he lost his extremities last year from complications of the flu!
Just wanted to share and remind us all that no matter what we are going through, we should not complain, because there's always someone who is going through worse.
Blessings to all,