It happens to all of us.
The bad week. Traffic to and from work has been especially heinous. The workload keeps piling on and no matter how much you accomplish no one seems to care. It just keeps coming.
You haven’t felt well all week. Something in the house doesn’t seem to be working and it always has to do with plumbing. Every little thing and person you encounter seems to pile on the suckige. (You know it’s a bad week when you have to look in the urban dictionary for a word that describes how you are feeling)
Even the ones that you love can grate at you from the moment you walk through the door until the moment you go to bed. You complain incessantly about every aspect of life. Sure she made dinner for you, but why did she choose this meal?
You are having a bad week and with no end in sight.
Then suddenly your perspective changes. You get the phone call that someone you love is going through real pain.
You immediately stop all of your complaining. You eat that wonderful meal, joyously fix the dishwasher, hug those around you, and pray no one ever gets that phone call about you.