I look around myself and realize, sometimes, just how lucky I am.
I am vigorous. Relatively healthy. And I have everything i was born with and nothing extra - no new parts added.
Yesterday, I visited a friend in the hospital. He'd had a knee replacement on Tuesday and yesterday was his day to go home. I was glad to see him doing so well, but I couldn't help but think, "There but for the grace of God ..."
I may be alone. I may be somewhat lonely. But ...
A week from Monday I have an interview scheduled regarding a job. It won't replace all the income I lost - not even close - but it will be enough. The thing is - I still CAN work. And I will.