How lucky I am
Apr 1st, 2008 by Jason
My grandfather, the a epitome of wartime gentlemanly RAF officer, was always thankful for all the gifts that life provided him, despite suffering a lot of sadness.
This weekend, while visiting the South West, I was sitting in the sun outside my caravan enjoying a cup of tea, the warmth of the sun, and the company of the Captain, when I experienced one of those natural pauses that allows a little reflection to creep in unannounced.
Having pondered for a while on the many changes in life of late, I found myself remembering my grandad (R.I.P 1998) and allowing myself a little smile. Since my divorce I have defined my life by what I did not have, almost to the exclusion of all the good stuff in front of my face.
Conventionally speaking, I am far from wealthy, but as I considered my current situation:
The Captain, of course
My beautiful 5 year old son
Long weekend in the SW once a fortnight
My friends
My health
Living in a nice house, in a good location
Car, yacht, motorbike, caravan
Good job
Personal and shared hobbies/interests
Young enough to enjoy all of the above
I thought to myself “How lucky I am!“