For over 40 years now I have been reminding myself of something that is very easy to understand...the days after my Dad come home from 7 years in a POW camp in Hanoi. How could I ever complain about any inconvenience in life that would not pale in comparison that time?
This was not a prison where you get out when your time is up, this was a prison where they could kill you when they pleased. To them, you were a war criminal. There was no guarantee of release or even living to see the next day.
My coffee is not hot enough? My boss doesn't appreciate me enough? We laugh and call these "First World Problems" now days. The strange thing is that even my Dad succumbs to this sometimes, and then we smile and remember, no matter what we have now, it beats the hell out of what used to be...
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A good reminder that there's always someone who has or has had it worse than ourselves.
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