After a long walk and much-needed time alone, I've decided to give this post a "go" and publish it; even though some might find it's not really a matter of vintage "theme".
The title, surely is a powerful one - I thought I'd go for
"what does not kill you makes you stronger",
but it reminded me too much of pop-music. :)
Last week, as some of you might know, I have had a furnace had a "miss-fire". My furnace is made out of tiles and is "fed" by fire-wood. I believe the closes thing to call it in English is "tile stove" - to be more precise, I'll refer you to Wiki's page on the thing.
Fortune was not smiling at me that day.. at least not in the beginning of the trouble. I usually clean and fill up the furnace in the morning, before breakfast, so that I can light it up when I get back from work without all the time-consuming tasks.. and I did.
I came back from work, took a match, lighted the fire. All was well, the burning process started, so it was safe for me to cross the street and visit the parents. Somewhere along that time, while I was talking to my mom - something must have happened (the air pressure dropped, a wet wind swirled around my house... one of the fire-woods was wet?!); and when I came back, less than an hour later, my home was packed with BLACK smoke.
Breathing was hard, but clearing out the furnace was a priority.. one should not wait the nightfall in a house that is still filling-up with smoke. I had to act, meaning: shovel out all the burning wood from the furnace and take them outside - and then open all the windows to let the living air back in.
Mind the cold, that was the last thing on my mind.
While I was cleaning-out those burning logs, my thought went out to all the data I knew, about dangers of smoke-inhalation, the long-term effect, and the fact that TIME is the most important thing when surrounded by heavy smoke.
I managed to fix everything (OK, some of the clothes still needs washing, because everything smells like a bonfire, but it's being sorted out), the important thing is: I got out in time.
My lungs still hurt, and a cough a bit, aside from that there are NO signs of a long-time effects. Meaning: fortune smiled at me.
One of the things I am blessed with are
people who care
(you, who worried and read this - included) :)
One way to feel happy, people say, is to count your blessings and count them twice. You know what I say? Count your blessings twice a day, every day, for as long as you live.
Every day we should remind ourselves of the things that truly MATTER to us. People matter (as you had a chance to read, few posts ago, when friends came with axes) :)
I’m happy to be alive, with air, water, food, clothing, and shelter to keep me going.
I am grateful for my stable job that pays the bills, and allows me to afford various leisure pursuits. I am content about having a loving family and great people as friends, plus a world with plenty of wonderful people I have yet to meet.
Most importantly, I am happy that life is full of opportunities to discover new and exciting things.
How about you?
Do you count your own blessings?