I asked for strength andGod gave me difficulties to make me strong.I asked for wisdom andGod gave me problems to solve.I asked for prosperity andGod gave me brawn and brains to work.I asked for courage andGod gave me dangers to overcome.I asked for patience andGod placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.I asked for love andGod gave me troubled people to help.I asked for favors andGod gave me opportunities.I received nothing I wanted andI received everything I needed.My prayers have all been answered.– Adapted from the Prayer of an Unknown Confederate Soldier
In a blue-white hospital desk in Bombay lies a pledge that is unlikely to be noticed: On white paper, in small font, ahead of the files that mark patient names. The nights are restless, and I have time to potter about passageways. I could have been reading, however sometimes, even books have little solace. I thumb through the patient files, look over the Doctors- on- Call, sit on the cane sofa at the reception, and then watch as the nurses steal sleep. Then, I discover this note. In my darkest hour, these words balm, soothe, comfort.
Days later, after the cries of bickering relatives and agonized children with cancer and inconsolable relatives of the deceased have died, these words stay with me still.
You may be fortunate enough to have a plateaued life, but not everybody is.
That can be fortunate too.