Six weeks ago we moved from the house we have been occupying for 13 years. When we moved there our kids were seven, five and one. This is the place where a lot of things took place, a lot of firsts occurred there. First time to walk, first learned to ride a bike, first loose tooth, first teen driver…and the list goes on. This move wasn’t particularly pleasant nor was it exactly our choice. You see, we had joined the ranks of countless others who have been foreclosed on. I don’t share that bit of info lightly, or matter-of-factly. It was hard…still is at times, but perspective is everything.
I have a friend who is recently divorced. The divorce put a strain on her relationship with her two daughters, her eldest mostly. She has been searching for a job for a couple of months and a more affordable place to live. Perspective is everything.
I visit my aunt weekly, who has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. She is lonely, yet well-loved by her children and grandchildren. She sometimes forgets important people and events of yesteryear. Perspective is everything.
My uncle has been in the hospital for about a week. He was having difficultly breathing. They did some tests and discovered he has lung cancer. Perspective is everything.
Two other friends had sudden things happen to them. One blacked out for several minutes and didn’t remember anything, the other had a Gand Mal seizure that lasted ten minutes. Testing is being done. They both have small children. Perspective is everything.
I could go on and on and…on. The bottom line is the same. No matter what we experience, no matter what curve ball life throws at us, it’s all perspective. You deal with it and go on, knowing that you have very little control over what happens to you…only your reaction or response.