Hmmm . . .

We’ve talked about the natural human tendency, when confronted with some of the most monumental of life challenges, to respond with an exasperated and overwhelmed “Why me?!?” But as I examine the daily roster of Job-like issues that confront us all, and a current more personal grief that is befalling a dear friend and their family, I can only wonder “Why NOT me?!?”

How is it that I’ve been fortunate enough to have dodged so many of the bullets (literal and figurative) that plague the world? Why did the fickle F.U. finger of fate flag them and not me? What force of nature gave me this manageably maintained mash-up of Multiple Myeloma maladies, and not a worse health crisis or more demonic form of cancer?

Like so many other perplexing questions that I cannot answer in life, I don’t put too much wasted energy into trying to solve the aforementioned conundra. But I do acknowledge and respect the fact that this could be worse (a lot worse), and I need to keep that firmly in mind when the patience tank nears empty or a self-pity perspective passes by.

I ain’t no Gandhi, but I am aware enough to realize that I’m grateful it’s not me and need not look that far in life to be reminded just how bad “bad” really can be.