
I had been counting the many unfortunate events that happened to me and people I care about since January, and I thought this year is worse than 2016 when the first quarter of the year saw me dealing with problems regarding my son’s visa and my mother’s deteriorating health and then passing. But after the first quarter of 2016, things got so much better.
I thought that by April this year, the same thing would happen — things would get so much better. They didn’t. Or so I thought.
In January my car started breaking down. In February, my mom’s house where my son and I spent the weekend, got flooded, and we had to evacuate in the middle of the night. My car was submerged in floodwater, and later had to be towed. In March my son had his third and worst seizure episode. Thankfully nothing big happened in April and May, but in June some guy intruded onto our property; he was detained and later sent to jail after it was found out he had a pending warrant of arrest for homicide in another city.
That seems a lot. And I did feel it was a lot. But this morning I thought I’d write down the things, both good and bad, that happened to me in the past 6 months. Only then did I realize there’s a lot of good things that happened. I have actually been so blessed. I have been blessed with much that I did not even ask for. I have been shown so much love by the people that I care about.
There’s always reason to be grateful. Sometimes we just focus too much on the depressing side. If we train ourselves to look for or at the good things in our lives, we might just find that our lives are actually so much better than we thought it to be.
Maybe you can start making that list as well. 😊
Blessings,
T.




















































































































































































































































































































