When I had the stroke, I was no longer working, but I still had medical insurance through COBRA. And my husband had just landed a good contract.
And yet I know people without medical insurance or a job.
My parents are still alive and active. My father stayed with me the first month I was home and my mom drove me to endless medical appointments.
And yet my brother-in-law, cousins and three high school friends
have lost a parent in the last year.
I live in a beautiful, handicap-accessible house, and employ a maid and gardener.
And yet I hear of those who cannot afford to stay in their homes.
I have friends who believe in service to others as a way of life. For months, they filled my refrigerator with meals.
And yet I see people on the street asking strangers for food.
I know parents struggling to raise their kids; and I have young people in my life who give me great joy.
And yet I have no children dependent on me.
If this had to happen to someone, it's best that it happened to me.
"Strength of heart comes from knowing that the pain we each must bear is a part of the greater pain shared by all that lives.
It is not just our pain but the pain."
– Jack Kornfield