I woke up late this morning and rushed around the house in a fairly normal fashion. Mornings are not my 'best' time by any means and running late seems to be a frequent occurence.
My two 16 year old daughters know the routine and have learned to move at a pretty brisque pace. My youngest daughter, however, cannot seem to grasp the concept of 'Shake a tail feather'. To say I was irritated is definitely an understatement.
When I got to work today (I work at an insurance company) I began my day in the normal fashion. Grabbed some coffee, started the computer, read my emails, checked updates, etc. Mostly.....tried to calm down from this mornings antics. Then I received a phone call that would change my day.......
One of our insured's called. I didn't recognize his name which is highly unusual for me. I know most of our insured's by first and last names. He told me that he had a life insurance policy on his son. A-ha! The policy is under his son's name. That was a name I recognized. Then he proceeded to tell me that he needed to know how to file a claim....as his son passed away on January 20th. I gave him my condolensces and put him on hold. I called for the 'boss' and had him take the call. After the 'boss' got off of the phone he informed me that Jason had passed away, at the ripe old age of 16, from cancer.
Suddenly, my frustrations of the morning disappeared as I was just thankful for my children's health. I can't imagine anything worse than losing a child (except losing more than one child). Not only did this man lose his son, but he watched him suffer for a period of time. I can't begin to imagine what this family went through. My heart broke for them. I bet they would've given anything to have been 'irritated' with their son for being 'slow' just one more time.
Some days I forget to be grateful for the things we all take for granted. Thank you for the reminder, God. Tomorrow, when I wake up late, help me to remember how blessed I truly am.