The next time you feel sorry for yourself, stop.
Instead, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and do what I did. I visited a local convalescent home.
It’s humbling. It’s a bit of a wake up call, and a genuine reminder of how good I really have it. Because, no matter how bad things may seem sometimes, most of the folks there have way more on their plates than either you or me.
And yet what struck me about the people I met, all of whom have some degree of brain trauma, was how upbeat they are, and what a decidedly positive outlook on life many seem to have. Continue reading