I am going to go out on a limb with regards this post and change the way I write. They say you are to write what you know about but to be truthful – my career was in the insurance field when I was working but I have been retired too many years now to write about that so instead of doing something comical (My usual form) for this post – I will add a human touch to my writings.

Recently I had to go to the ER to get checked out for some unknown symptoms that were bothering me. This post is not about me or the results of that visit. To put everyone’s mind at ease, nothing serious was found and I was sent on my way with some simple instructions to follow that they thought might correct the situation. Enough said about that.

Even though I was supposed to be home resting, there happened to be a “Fair” in town and seeing that I was not in any pain or unable to do anything, we decided to attend the fair. A few hours of sunshine walking around the fairgrounds taking in the different vendors and such might take my mind off the matter. I am a ‘people watcher’ as I could sit in an airport or somewhere that there are people coming and going and be quite content for hours on end. Same holds true when visiting and walking through the fairgrounds. The people one sees is amazing!

For instance, I seen an adult male in a wheelchair, noticeably created just for this individual as it was motorized, had a speech synthesizer, and well, let’s just say it was custom made so that this individual could function despite whatever disabilities put him in the chair to begin with. The gentleman was surrounded by family and/or friends and despite his situation, he was smiling and apparently quite happy and content while engrossed in a discussion with all of them.

Later I passed several individuals that were very over-weight. One thought that crossed my mind was the amount of energy they must possess to do the things most of us take for granted day in and day out. Most people would look at an overweight person and say to themselves – why did they allow themselves to get that way. I look at them and wonder what type of glandular problem they might have and how hard it must be for them to do the things we do day in and day out naturally without thought.

In walking we also passed a mother feeding her child who was in a wheelchair. There were also elderly people strolling down the midway, and I use the term – elderly – loosely because I myself am on the upside of hitting age 79, individuals walking with canes, walkers, and so forth enjoying a nice day at the fair. I might add, that in each of the instances described above, everyone had smiles on their faces and were truly enjoying themselves.

Now, let me back up for a minute. In view of my recent trip to the ER and the fact that they could not diagnose exactly what my problem was, I got to thinking: “Hmmm, does this mean I will have to contend with this queasy stomach feeling forever?” Which in turn caused me to remember something I read recently from the “Wit and Wisdom” of Laura Ingalls Wilder and I quote:

“The man who had said the shield was white found the side he was now looking at to be black, while the one who had declared the shield was black found himself facing the white side, so each got the other’s point of view and felt very foolish that they had fought over so simple a thing. It makes a difference when you’re in the other fellow’s place.”

While the above quote apparently dealt with two individuals arguing about one thing or another, and it was only when they put themselves in the other’s shoes did they see the light, so to speak, point is, when we are thinking to ourselves, “Woe is me, I have it so bad,” we should stop for one moment and put ourselves in another’s shoes. I would venture to say that none of us would think our problems are true problems in light of what others must go through each and every day.

By my observations at the fair, my little bellyache, is child’s play in the overall scheme of things. With that I will enjoy my bland diet and get on with my day.

Until next time!

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