It wasn’t a good morning. It seemed like every direction I turned I ran into another roadblock. My frustration level was at an all-time high.
I spilled coffee down the front of me, the neighbor’s bass was pounding in my head, my Internet connection was burping, and the batteries for the mouse died with a few thousand emails yet to be read. All of the right ingredients for a really bad day, right?
I headed over to Facebook to chill for a moment or two.
Scrolling down through my news feed, I came across a father talking about his 15 year old daughter. They were preparing to return to Children’s Hospital for chemo and a follow up MRI. They were praying for shrinkage. They were told to expect growth…
My heart fell as the tears began to roll down my cheeks.
How could I possibly get hung up on sweating the small stuff?
I wonder how many people suddenly found perspective in life again as they read this father’s Facebook update?
I wonder if he knows how many lives he touched….
J. Cricket Walker of CricketWalker.com