Sometime, when you think you’re in a bit of a spot, you need a little bit of perspective. You know the old saying about “I once cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet”? That’s the kind of perspective I’m talking about here — the “it could be a whole lot worse” kind. The “you have no idea how good you’ve got it” kind. The kind that says, “hey, our home state’s not so bad — look at California, they can’t even pass a freaking budget!” I don’t mean being cheered at the misfortune of others; I mean being thankful that for whatever reason, God has chosen to protect you from that misfortune.
In my case, being thankful that my last name isn’t Joad.