Humility Sandwich

Today was such a jam packed day, being Monday and all. Hollaback and I were up at 5:30 and went running. We quaffed some coffee, showered, dressed and were out of the door at 7:15. I had a full day at work, including a lunch meeting with a colleague visiting from our Hong Kong division. At the end of the day, I went for an hour of boxing training then added another hour of kickboxing. I left the gym at 8:30, dragged to the subway, essentially melted on the steamy platform waiting for the train to show up and finally walked my sorry ass in the door at home at 9:15 pm. I felt like I had been pummeled by an errant sledgehammer. Poor me, I thought as I plopped my aging frame into a chair, my days are impossible and demanding. Self imposed pity party at my house. Come one, come all.

I went into the kitchen to whip up some morsel for dinner and plunked the TV on for noise. And wouldn't you know it? A newsmagazine show was profiling a woman who'd been brutally shot and viciously wounded by an angry ex-husband. Despite her wounds, she survived but was now confined to a wheelchair with a strap holding her head up. She was clear and brave and grateful for her life and well, it made me feel like shit. OK, I may be creaky and feel overwhelmed trying to fit in a balanced life into each day but obviously other people have bigger problems. God does love his little zingers and he always knows when to fling them at you--when you least want them, but when you most need them.

Now please excuse me. I have another half of a humility sandwich that I need to finish.