The Grandma Eva Theory of Life
“Grandma, I broke my arm.”
“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.