On the way to the airport this morning (at 4:00 a.m., I might add), the taxi driver wanted to talk, I could tell. During the course of our conversation which lasted about 30 minutes, he told me about his mom dying in a tragic car accident, his aunt and uncle being killed in another car accident, two family members killing themselves in response to tragedies in their own lives, and what he was doing in his own life now.
I have NOTHING to compare to, in this regard. While I have certainly had my share of sad moments through the loss of my mom, the death of K.C. (our first Lab and subject of my book "Letting Go of K.C."), I simply can't relate to a life that is fraught with more tragedy and drama than "good stuff and blessings".
This gentleman wanted nothing more this morning than to have someone listen to him, and I believe God wants me to listen more and better, so this was truly a win-win.