In the Grand Scheme of Things

This past week, both Pete and I have been sick. Pete’s got bronchitis and has had to teach even though he’s not felt his best. I’ve got some sort of viral infection and haven’t felt like I wanted someone to put me out of my misery, but I felt bad enough that I took most of the week off from work. I just would have felt awful if I gave what I had to someone I worked with.

I’ve found out a few things in the past week: my hair doesn’t really need to be washed every day; if you use a whole box of tissues in one day,  you’ve blown your nose once every 7.8 minutes; and Vick’s VaboRub smells as medicinal as I remember and still works so well in opening up blocked nasal passages. Overall, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself, at least until I read an email about a co-worker at Ohio State who lost her baby boy on Wednesday. All of a sudden, everything fell into a different perspective.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about my friend and that I have no idea how one gets through something like that. And that got me to thinking about what really matters. Pay it forward. Make a difference. Live each day like it might be your last, and treat everyone as you would like to be treated. Each day, do something good for yourself, for someone you love (and let them know you love them), and for this planet. Because in the end, all we have is each other and this place we call home. And that’s all that really matters.

Until next time.