There's nothing like someone else's bad news to change your point of view. I spent most of the morning mumbling and grumbling because of the teeniest, tiniest things. I was in a bad mood, a funk, a stink. But at lunch, I got word of something worse than I could imagine for myself, and my mumbles and grumbles turned to hard blinks and sighs.

I wish I could be a superhero to everyone who needs one, but I know that's an impossible dream. Instead, I'm going to try to focus on being grateful for what I can do. For what I have.