He said, the people that don’t ask how’s he’s doing don’t care. Pausing for a moment in our time together yesterday, I asked myself the obvious question, “Is he correct?”
The answer sounded like this:
- that sounds like a close-minded statement
- maybe he’s right
- maybe he’s wrong
- is he feeling sorry for himself?
- does he have any idea countless others have it worse?
- does he have any idea how deep and broad my pain is?
In conclusion, everyone is fighting a tough battle. Some feel like victims, and some feel compelled to feel thankful.
We typically grow weary of others who predictably suck our energy and rarely re-inflate it.