My husband has just returned from minor surgery in Singapore. It's his second operation in 6 months to remove a tumour (thankfully benign) in his foot, which keeps growing back. This time, due to the tumour's aggressiveness and the presence of scar tissue from the last operation, the surgeon had to remove an 8x2x2 cm section from the bottom of my husband's foot. He had to have a skin graft and 18 stitches and is on crutches with several months of recovery ahead and the likely prospect of it returning. It would be easy to be feeling sorry for oneself.
But yesterday we spent half an hour in our local market, in which time we saw a man with no leg, a woman who'd lost an arm and a leg and a woman whose face had been melted in what I can only presume was an acid attack. While I truly wish I didn't see any of this, and its prevalence here is shocking, it certainly gives you a sense of perspective. Since living here, I definitely feel I've been able to build a different view of life, one in which my sense of my own good fortune has become positively heightened, and in which the things I think are most important have changed.
I realise the things that have often obsessed me in the past in a way that is often lost when living in more comfortable .
But yesterday we spent half an hour in our local market, in which time we saw a man with no leg, a woman who'd lost an arm and a leg and a woman whose face had been melted in what I can only presume was an acid attack. While I truly wish I didn't see any of this, and its prevalence here is shocking, it certainly gives you a sense of perspective. Since living here, I definitely feel I've been able to build a different view of life, one in which my sense of my own good fortune has become positively heightened, and in which the things I think are most important have changed.
I realise the things that have often obsessed me in the past in a way that is often lost when living in more comfortable .