Wake Up Call

I've been complaining a lot lately about difficulties.

 
Today I am ashamed.

 
Yesterday I got to see firsthand REAL difficulties. Real hardship. A wake. Good, wonderful people suffering immensely under immense loss.

 
I have been complaining about having too much. They were living through irreplaceable loss... and not complaining about it.

 
Last night I was plagued with bad dreams about losing everything; my entire business burned to the ground each dream. Building, inventory, computers, parts books, guides and fast reference sheets, order histories, tax records... everything. There weren't even forged parts like steering arms left to wire brush and repaint to sell at a discount; everything was burnt up. I didn't even have internet to change the website to tell people not to order because we had no way of filling their orders. Total loss. I was looking to rebuild, but with what, because my insurance company wouldn't cover me. And winter was coming. Other than the website, I was going to have to start from complete scratch from my bedroom again.

 
But I still could. Somehow.

 
Then I woke up and saw the light.

 
The wonderful people I saw suffering yesterday can't wake up from their bad dream. It's real. It's their reality, and it's permanent. That's true loss. Things can be replaced if lost. People can't be.

 
I must count my blessings and be grateful.

 

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