Part of my job is to monitor a 24 hour news site to ensure it’s up to date and accurate. I also get to tweet some of the top headlines. Most days, I love this job. I get to share amazing stories- like about Diana Nyad trying to swim from FL to Cuba at age 61. Or about the last space shuttle mission. Or about a couple recently married a year after the bride was paralyzed in a freak accident at her bachelorette party.
But some weeks, like this one, I have to tweet about an astounding, sickening, heart shattering famine in Somalia. About a mom in MD who killed herself and her 13 year old autistic son over money woes. About a man who killed 8 people in Ohio for seemingly no reason at all.
After reading and sharing stories like that, I can’t help but feel grateful. Grateful that my kid is well enough to climb out of her crib and wreck havoc on the house. Grateful that Scorch is smart enough to lecture me about the meaning of the word “unfair” with lungs healthy enough to carry on loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no saint. We all know that these things make me crazy a hell of a lot more often then they make me thankful. But even when I am complaining, I still know that I’m lucky to have the problems that I do.