Yesterday, someone close to me got some horrible news. She went to the doctor, and they told her that she lost her baby. What made it worse is that 1) she was due any day now. She was more than 8 months pregnant, and 2) her husband is currently overseas fighting for our country. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain and heartache that she must be going through. I know no words anyone can say can help the situation or even make it a little bit better. It really got me thinking about how I view a lot of things, and made me ask myself Who am I to complain at all?
Who am I to complain about having to do my hair when someone else in the world went in for a regular check-up and found out they had cancer?
Who am I to complain about the weather getting colder when someone else in the world is still looking for their son that went missing over five years ago?
Who am I to complain about being in a long-distance relationship when someone’s favorite uncle is lying on his death bed?
Who am I to complain about something someone said behind my back when there are people on the streets who have no one else in the world to help them?
Who am I to complain about missing breakfast when someone else in the world goes home to husband that beats them?
Who am I to complain about having too much work to do when someone else in the world is sitting in the hospital with their daughter who got hit by a drunk driver?
Who am I to complain about having to take a cold shower when someone else in the world gets bullied by their peers every day?
Who am I to complain about needing to go grocery shopping when someone else in the world just found out their best friend committed suicide?
Who am I to complain about anything while my friend is being forced to have her stillborn child?
I mean, really. Who am I to complain at all? This horrible, horrible situation just made me think about all of the dumb things that I complain about every day when there are people in the world who have it so much worse than I do.
I want to challenge all of you today to not sweat the small stuff, and to be grateful for the things that you’ve been blessed with.