With gratitude, comes a sense of healing. I sat this morning, feeling tired, complaining that I couldn’t function and life was too hard – why couldn’t I be one of those people that could eat whatever they wanted? Why did I have this annoying stomach that didn’t allow me to eat dairy, fructose and wheat? Why was I that person? I went to work and got stuck in traffic, which made me angrier and grumpier. I went about my day, seeing my clients.
Then I went to see one in another area – that made me grumpy too, as I had to drive all the way over there. As I entered, I was confronted by a man.
He was 55, bed bound, had MS with no movement and hardly any speech, had a catheter and was incontinent of faeces. He had a full time carer and had to be hoist lifted into the shower chair.
I did the care and went to my car. I sobbed for ten minutes at how I could have been so selfish and grumpy when this man is literally waiting to die.
So yep, my stomach is a pain, but I am grateful that I can eat foods to nourish my body, to feed it and to make it heal.
I’m lucky enough to have the use of my legs, to drive to work, to be able to get paid to feed myself and my family.
I have air in my lungs. I can see and smell whenever I want. I can go out and see the ocean and the parks and enjoy life. My body is disease-free. My life is not hard.
Yep, we have those down days. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve suffered depression and it’s so hard to see the good in life and in people, but today, something happened and I’ll be forever grateful and when I feel down, I’ll look at this and I’ll remember the reason why I started the journey to get my life back. There is always someone worse off than you. – Nicola C.