Sometimes life's funny.

Sometimes it's a barrel of laughs,sometimes it's just ironic.
I guess I had the latter happen to me the other day.

My daughter suffers from an undiagnosed medical condition that the doc's are treating with a few different medications.
One of which is for treating anxiety,therefore requiring an authorized practitioner in the mental health field to write the prescription.

While she & I were sitting in the waiting area of a mental health facility,a man carrying a sleeping bag, sat down next to us & struck up a conversation.

He told us his name was Bruce & that he'd been homeless for the past year & was presently residing under a bridge just a few blocks away.
He had no family that he could turn to for help.
And constantly worried about someone stealing his possessions while he slept.

I told Bruce the story of what we'd been dealing with for the past two years;
About the emotional roller coaster ride of a misdiagnoses of brain cancer,
Of dealing with my daughters memory loss,
Of watching her have grand mol seizures.

The conversation fell silent for a few minutes,then Bruce stood up & looked at my daughter & I,
"Ya Know" he said "No matter how bad ya think ya got it,there's always somebody that's worse off".

He went on to tell me how greateful he was to have his health,his sobriety & how he'd recently been accepted for housing assistance.
Before he was called in to meet with his case worker,he told my daughter how pretty he thought she was,I joked how we were glad she inherited her looks from her mother instead of me.

As Bruce walked away,I couldn't help but think how lucky we were to have a roof over our heads,
A warm bed & how my daughter has family to love & take care of her.

So,I guess it took three people with some pretty shitty circumstances to make us all realise how lucky we really are.

True story.

DB.