Oh, the first week of school and the island belongs to me!! If it were not so hot, what a wonderful time of the year to live at the coast—quiet, peaceful and uncrowded. But, the heat continues, and as always in the dog days of summer, I become a bit cranky.
Even with the gulf breeze, the temps are beginning to wear on me, but I know I am not alone. Everywhere I go, I hear folks complaining—so misery does love company. Of course, I have a great deal to be thankful for since hurricane season has been relatively quiet since ALEX.
Actually, I have much more than that to be grateful for, and that was never more noticeable than last week when I went with a friend who was having a blood treatment in Harlingen. Because of the regime, her treatments are given in the same room as those receiving chemo and similar drugs. Looking around, I shamed myself for complaining about the little things—like the weather and gaining a couple of pounds. These people, many with balding heads and weighing much less than they should, would be so lucky to have the temperature outside their only worry. They would love to gain what I want to lose. Right now, many are fighting their biggest battle ever—just to hold on for a little while longer.
Sometimes I have to be hit right in the face to understand how blessed I am.