LIFE IS TOUGH? PRACTICE GRATITUDE
As a retired psychotherapist I am dedicated to writing
books, which gives me a wonderful sense of purpose. However, the task of
writing leaves me many free hours that need to be filled. So, a couple of
months ago I called the Volunteer Department at Mount Sinai Hospital, which is
close to my house, to offer my services. A very nice lady called me back and in
less than a week I started working at the patient information desk in the main
building entrance. The job is interesting because I have the opportunity to
assist many people who get lost in the endless building hallways, desperately
looking for their sick relatives. Moreover, not only do I feel useful by
helping others reach their destination; this task also gives me the opportunity
to ponder on the mysteries of human existence. As I walk the hospital hallways
and run into patients being transported on their gurneys, some of them with
terminal illnesses, I can’t avoid thinking about how lucky I am that, in the second
half of life, I am still able to work and write and interact with friends. So many times, when we are younger, we
complain because we did not get that job or because we found out that our good
friend wasn’t really that good, without knowing that those hurdles are nothing
as compared to what other people are going through. Most of us have to live
many years to learn to appreciate the good things life has in store for us; it
is only when we lose them that we realize how precious they were. In my case, I
am glad that life gave me the opportunity to realize how lucky I have been and
how generous was my fate; now my only task will be to share what I know with
others.
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