I'm just as guilty as everyone else of losing perspective. My life seems very difficult sometimes - running around to multiple hospitals trying to take care of people, two small active children who drive me crazy, mortgage payments, car payments, malpractice insurance premiums, sick patients...it's enough to make me crazy. Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm juggling chainsaws, and at any time one of them may fall and cut my arm off, and I'd need the services of a trauma surgeon...if only I could find one.
But just when it seems like my life is rough, I run into a gentleman at one of my hospitals who happens to be on the janitorial staff. He's probably in his 40s or 50's, quite tall, very perky, and always happy. His job is collecting hazardous trash from various parts of the hospital, depositing it into large carts, and then transporting it to the larger bins outside. And yet in the 4 years I've known him, I've never once seen him in a bad mood. He always greets me with a huge smile and a "Hey Doc, how are things with you today? I'm doing just great!"
Think about that - this man's job is carting hospital waste, and he's ALWAYS HAPPY and always ready to cheer me up.
It's people like this man who really give me a new outlook on things. If someone who works with trash can be happy all the time, why can't I? When I'm feeling most frustrated, I think about that, and him, and it makes me smile.