Day 113 - A Place To Rest
I didn’t do anything today. My cold got worse. A lot worse. I even skipped an important networking meeting. I swear my body was trying to cough up a lung. Let’s just say the cough was productive.
It occurred to me, though, to be grateful for a place to rest. I feel for the homeless who don’t have a shelter other than the unused door to a building, or under the proverbial bridge. When they are sick, what do they do? They can’t just take a nap in a comfortable bed. They don’t always have the can of chicken soup, or the cold medicine, or the hot shower to make them feel better. Although I may not be where I had hoped in my life, I have it so much easier than so many. I really am very fortunate.
So here’s to a place to rest my weary (congested) head. I am a lucky man.