A friend of mine went home sick from work last week with a fever. Things got worse and he went to the emergency room. The doctor had worked in the ER for 20 years and told him he’d never seen anything like this. They both panicked.
The doctor said it might be Sepia, an autoimmune disease that kills a million people per year within hours of being diagnosed. They ran tests. Nothing. My friend sat all alone in the hospital all night wondering if he would ever see the morning.
But he did. The tests came back negative (at hospitals negative test results are actually a positive. I hate hospitals.) The next day was the best day of his life. He woke up and felt lucky to go to work. All the worries that plagued him a few days before had vanished.
It’s funny how that works. How, it takes something horrible to happen to make us realize just how great we have it The majority of lottery winners end up worse off financially than they were before and say how it ruined their lives. Yet, cancer survivors tap into deeper meanings of life and say, “It was the best thing that ever happened to me.”