Overheard: Two men talking. I don’t know either one. Somebody close to him died, sounds like a son. His wife had surgery this week, lymph nodes removed, one was cancerous; chemotherapy is coming. He says: live these days is just variations of hell. With it all, he adds, he and his wife are having a lot of trouble with each other. It’s harder than ever to get along.
Take a long, deep breath.
I’d been listening to right speech, part 7, on zencast.org. Gil Fronsdale. He concluded his seven-part series with a talk on gratitude. Said he saw a study that showed, all things being equal, people who described themselves as grateful with what they have were healthier than those who wanted more. Or something like that.
He saw another study that said sick people with solicitous spouses did worse than the control group. Go figure.
My tweet from two minutes ago:
The best measure of wealth is gratitude. Wanting what you have, not having what you want. Words I heard today.
My measurable wealth diminished in 2008. My gratitude increased. Another baby born, fifth grandchild, first son of my only son, B. My dad celebrated his 89th birthday, still healthy, still happy, still active. Health. M’s time in Europe. The grandkids. L’s new house. Another year of the company, S and N in charge. C Growing. L recovering. C getting better. P at Hffn. V and me heading for 39 years.
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