Let's admit the truth right up front. There are things that happen in this life for which, in our frailty, we are not immediately grateful.
I remember when Richard Carlson's book first appeared: "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff — and It's All Small Stuff." I never read it; I never picked it up in the bookstore. The title alone made me loathe it.
Because when it came out, my wife and I had just lost our youngest child, who died the same morning she was born. It didn't feel like small stuff to me.
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