Yesterday I was having a bit of a pity party because it became apparent that someone whom I considered a old friend doesn't like me anymore. I don't understand why, but it really hurt my feelings. A shopping trip up to Bangor helped as well as a juicy cheeseburger and blueberry cobbler in a truck stop restaurant.
Listening to the radio on the way home made me cry even more, but it was not for myself, but for others. Hearing about the devastation from the earthquake in Peru, the trapped miners in Utah, and the 3 Navy pilots missing in the Atlantic puts my little sob-fest in perspective. Is this that famous Catholic guilt? When there are so many that need our prayers and assistance, I should feel guilt over wanting everything perfect in my life. I have been so blessed with my family, faith, and opportunities and will remember to be more grateful.