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The Grandma Eva Theory of Life

“Grandma, I broke my arm.”

“Thank God.”

“What?!? What do you mean, thank God?”

“I mean thank God you didn’t break both arms.”

Fast forward to my recent phone conversation with my sister:

“I’m so lucky.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I have a flat tire.”

“Why is that lucky?”

“I’m lucky because it’s a cold, rainy day, and I noticed the flat when the car was still inside the garage before I left the house. I’m lucky because I’m retired and don’t have patients waiting for me at work. I’m lucky because I don’t have young kids who need to be taken to school or picked up from school or taken to a doctor. I’m lucky because I can afford to call a guy to put on the spare tire. And then when I go to the tire place, if they tell me I need a new tire, I’m lucky enough to be able to just hand them my credit card and not think about what I’ll have to do without. I’m the luckiest person I know.”

“You know what?” she said. “You are.”

And it’s true. I am. It was a cold, rainy day, and I had a flat tire. I also had enough money to fix it, and I also have a ton of love in my life and mostly good health. I’m the luckiest person I know. It’s all about gratitude, no?

You were right, Grandma.