On my latest blogjog, I dropped by Watching My Sister…Disappear, a great blog written by Mary Louise, whose sister, Peggy, suffers from an Alzheimer’s-like illness.  Mary Louise was mentioning AOL’s decision to close down (or “sunset,” if you prefer their cutesy, Palin-esque way of putting it), and referred to her earliest comments.  One of them really spoke to me:

“Did you ever hear that saying, ‘I complained I had no shoes, until I met a man with no feet?’  Sometimes my days seem so hard because I have a child with Tourette’s Syndrome. Its not drastic or life threatening but it still drains my heart and soul. My heart goes out to you and your family. I have no shoes but you have no feet. I will say a prayer for your sister.”

I really needed to read that comment today.  Yesterday, I felt like I had no shoes.  For no specific reason.  It was just a bad day.  I was down.  Big time.  I was trying to figure out how to make things happen and just realizing the enormity of what that will take.  I’m committed to working things out, but there’s no easy, quick fix.  I’m also a little down about the fact that a co-worker of mine has put in his notice and is leaving.  And for a few other issues not worth specific mentions.

I had no shoes.

On my way back home after selling off a few DVDs I haven’t watched in a while, I passed an accident scene.  I saw a car that looked badly mangled.  There were two fire engines with red lights blazing, three police cars with blue lights blazing.  And an ambulance with someone loaded in.

They had no feet.

It’s so easy to ignore all your blessings when you encounter one little stumbling block.  I need to work on that.