Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Life is hell for everyone living in the Gaza strip, not to mention thousands of other places on earth. Here in the states, folks are being laid off, fired. People are watching their businesses go down the drain.
Me? All I can think about is my injured hand. "It" gets worse every day, and because "it" is attached to my body, I am consumed by my worries about it, forgetting all the suffering everywhere else. My ailing hand feels like the most important thing in the world. For heaven's sake.
Shouldn't belittle myself, should I? My hands are my livelihood after all, and, too, as I always tell my clients, when the oxygen masks fall from the ceiling, first put on your own, then assist others.* In other words, attend to your own issues, then worry about the Gaza strip.
*Everything you need to know is included in airline jargon.