“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.”
— James O’Barr
Sometimes I read a news story that puts life’s trivial troubles into humble perspective.
Case in point: I read a story once of 9-year-old Jayla Cooper, who was weeks away from dying of leukemia in Dallas when she told her parents her last wish. She wanted to marry her 7-year-old friend, Jose Griggs, who himself was battling a more curable form of leukemia. They were receiving medical treatment at the same hospital.
The ceremony, of course, was non-binding, with no paperwork, but 150 guests attended the event. Jayla died a few weeks later.
I think about such children and feel for their parents. I also don’t worry so much now that I haven’t trimmed the bushes in front of the house, or about that “big project” at work, or that someone cut me off in traffic.
I am reminded about the fragility of life, hug my own daughter every time I see her and appreciate my incredible good fortune to worry about the silly things I sometimes do.