Changing Perspectives

by snowbird 22 Replies latest jw friends

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    There are times - or will come times - in our lives when things happen that are so horrible they are beyond belief.

    After going through such trials, we are never the same again.

    Our whole outlook, how we view or respond to certain situations, how we interact with others, is impacted.

    These things can make us or break us.

    Somehow, though, the majority of us make it.

    My thanks and kudos to those who help us make it!

    Sylvia

  • John Doe
    John Doe

    You're welcome.

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    LOL.

    Sylvia

  • notverylikely
    notverylikely

    There are times - or will come times - in our lives when things happen that are so horrible they are beyond belief.

    Historically that has happened many times. The Black Death, the inquisition, the eruption of Krakatoa, the Napoleonic wars, the ice ages....historically humans have shown a wily ability to survive...

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    So very true, NVL, but I was referring to calamities as opposed to disasters.

    Something recently happened in my family that still has me reeling.

    Sylvia

  • notverylikely
    notverylikely

    So very true, NVL, but I was referring to calamities as opposed to disasters.

    I am asking sincerly (I suppose I have to clarify that now), what do you mean by differentiating a calamity from a disaster?

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    A calamity is personal.

    A disaster is community.

    That's how I sincerely view it.

    Sylvia

  • tec
    tec

    I can only imagine how your perspective has changed in regards to how others acted during your loss.

    It's good for us to remember all those who have helped us through terrible times, and the fact that you can do this shows that you are one of those people who makes it.

    Tammy

  • notverylikely
    notverylikely

    A calamity is personal.

    A disaster is community.

    Ok, gotcha.

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    Thanks, Tammy.

    I'm beginning to realize how my maternal grandma lived to the age of 104.

    She'd seen and accepted the good and not-so-good.

    There are things over which we have absolutely no control.

    Sylvia

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