Reality checks can be very sobering. They have a way of just smacking you upside the head out of the clear blue. This reminds me about a time when my husband and I were having dinner at a restaurant, and I was feeling like my life sucked and everything was too hard, basically stressing out about all this stuff. About ten minutes after we were seated, a a couple and their daughter were seated at a table next to us. The little girl, who looked to be about 7-8 years old, was suffering from a condition that caused her to be hunched over, disfugured, and in apparent discomfort. In a microsecond I went from moaning about my life and having a little pity party to feeling like a shallow ass with no real problems. What problems could I really have when I have my health? When my daughter is is healthy? When I can walk? When I can sit at a table in comfort? When I look normal? When I was able to run and play as a child? When I don't feel constant pain?
That night changed me. I often find myself recalling that night when I realize I am worrying about petty issues.