Well, that’s how I felt last night after watching Diane Sawyer’s interview with Gabby Giffords.
I was blown away not only by Giffords’ courage in the face of her injuries and her determination to get better (she kept repeating “better, better, better” when asked if she’d like to run for Congress again), but also the devotion of her husband. I’ve just finished a manuscript about caregiving a spouse with a medical problem, and yet I can’t even imagine the emotional ups and downs Kelly has dealt with during his wife’s recovery.
After the interview, I vowed to be “better, better, better” and stop complaining about the little annoyances of life – the slowness of my Internet server, the foggy weather, my acid reflux, the fact that Michael turns up the TV so loud it makes my ears bleed. I want to be someone who focuses on the big picture and is grateful 24/7, who exudes bravery and inspires others, whose smile lights up a room.
In short, I want to be more like Gabby Giffords. But for now, I’ll just try to stop whining about the small stuff – at least for a few hours.