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m/bad-luck-good-luck-who-knows-5a743d0285e1"> <div> <div> <h2>Bad Luck? Good luck? Who knows?</h2> <div><h3>When Bad can be Good</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*JwvKUkUAgMB3Omsum9T6mA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="890f">How can I compare<a href="https://readmedium.com/who-needs-100-followers-by-tomorrow-c8b0c2582097"> being worried about a following to </a>begging God to help my son? It can always be worse right?</p><p id="7397"><a href="https://readmedium.com/bad-luck-good-luck-who-knows-5a743d0285e1?sk=d4a7c448064b46da3b4a9a191d38ef13">My son’s brain surgery was successful</a> ….Thank God!</p><figure id="4f45"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption>Me and my son playing Uno when I lived at the hospital. You could see the bald spot in his head from the surgery.</figcaption></figure><p id="c0cc">I don’t want to forget that gentle reminder of god’s grace and mercy when I worry about stupid things, like if I have enough followers or being late for an appointment.</p><p id="5a2e">Especially after meeting parents in the hospital whose kids are going to DIE for SURE!</p><p id="88b1">Oh my gawd, even though their kids are dying, these parents still have the BEST attitudes, (god I’m tearing up writing this) because they appreciate the life they have with their children while they’re alive right now. That’s beautiful.</p><p id="eaad">I want to be like those parents. If they can muster up joy in the worse conditions so could I. So since it’s new year’s eve, I wrote a list of everything I was worried about and threw it in the fire. Then I remembered watching that terminally ill child laughing with her mom playing the Uno card game.</p><p id="ea84">…They’re beautiful people</p><div id="9c1e" class="link-bl

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I Lived in a Children’s Hospital with my Son. It Gave Me so Much Joy

I am grateful for my problems

Me, full of joy holding my 2 sons at a party in Montserrat( where I’m from)

“..weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning.” — Psalm 30:5

I am grateful for my problems.

The night before my son’s brain surgery he was in tremendous pain. It was agonizing to have my 8-year old son beg me to take his pain away, and I couldn’t. That was bad enough, but just across the hall from me, another mother’s child was FLAT LINING!

It can always be worse

Thank God her kid didn't die right in front of her. I cried with compassion watching that mother crying with relief. Her child almost died but didn’t! Even though my own son was going through the worse pain he’s ever had, I thought “It can always be worse” and then something happened I began to be grateful for my problems.

After you go through something like that, joy and appreciation for life has taken on some new profound form. Even the air smells different, your senses are heightened and you are just so happy to be alive for the simple things like drinking a cup of tea.

Things that used to bother me don’t anymore. Who cares?!

When I remember my experience at the children’s hospital, I become grateful for my problems. Can’t pay your bills? traffic? arguments? Who Cares? I would much rather have those kinds of problems than I.C.U emergency room problems. Wouldn’t you?

I get over my problems faster. I mean… last week I was freaking out that I only had 74 followers. Who cares!

Bad Luck? Good luck? Who knows?

When Bad can be Good

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How can I compare being worried about a following to begging God to help my son? It can always be worse right?

My son’s brain surgery was successful ….Thank God!

Me and my son playing Uno when I lived at the hospital. You could see the bald spot in his head from the surgery.

I don’t want to forget that gentle reminder of god’s grace and mercy when I worry about stupid things, like if I have enough followers or being late for an appointment.

Especially after meeting parents in the hospital whose kids are going to DIE for SURE!

Oh my gawd, even though their kids are dying, these parents still have the BEST attitudes, (god I’m tearing up writing this) because they appreciate the life they have with their children while they’re alive right now. That’s beautiful.

I want to be like those parents. If they can muster up joy in the worse conditions so could I. So since it’s new year’s eve, I wrote a list of everything I was worried about and threw it in the fire. Then I remembered watching that terminally ill child laughing with her mom playing the Uno card game.

…They’re beautiful people

Beautiful People

A deep kind of beauty, born of adversity and healing.

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