Tony Woodlief post

Tony Woodlief has a typically thoughtful post:

We get in a froth over which ill-educated talker is going to rule over us for a time, or worse, over why our favorite team can't seem to post enough wins. We moan because we aren't appreciated enough or wealthy enough or treated to more interesting sex. We come to think that all the world's aches are poured onto our shoulders, until we catch a glimpse of horror, and realize that this present pain is nothing. It is a blessing, compared to someone else's moment of hell.

Read the whole thing. (It's all the more meaningful if you also read about the death of Woodlief's daughter.)