May 26, 2003, Aron Ralston was hiking, a boulder fell on his right hand. He waited for four days, then he amputated his own arm with a pocket knife.
On New Year’s Eve, a woman was bungee jumping in Zimbabwe, the cord broke, she then fell into a river and had to swim back to land in crocodile-infested water with a broken collar bone.
Claire Champlin was smashed in the face by a five-pound watermelon being propelled by a slingshot.
Mathew Brobst was hit by a javelin.
David Striegl was punched in the mouth by a kangaroo.
The most amazing part of these stories is when asked about the experience they all smiled, shrugged and said, “I guess things could’ve been worse”.
So go ahead, tell me that you’re having a bad day.
Tell me about the traffic.
Tell me about your boss.
Tell me about the job you’ve been trying to quit for the past four years.
Tell me the morning is a town-house burning to the ground.
Tell me the snooze button is a fire extinguisher.
Tell me the alarm clock stole the keys to your smile drove it into 7AM and the crash totalled your happiness.
Tell me how blessed are we to have tragedy so small it can fit on the tips of our tongues.
You see when Evan lost his legs, he was speechless. When my cousin was assaulted, she didn’t speak for forty-eight hours. When my uncle was murdered, we had to send out a search party to find my father’s voice.
Most people have no idea that tragedy and silence have the exact same address.
When your day is a museum of disappointments hanging from events that were outside of our control, when you find yourself flailing in an ocean of, “Why is this happening to me?”, when it feels like your guardian-angel put in his two-weeks notice two months ago and just decide not to tell you, when it feels like God is a babysitter who is always on the phone, when you get punched in the esophagus by a fistful of life,
Remember that every year, two million people die of dehydration.
So it doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or have empty…There is water in the cup.
Drink that shit and stop complaining.
You see… muscle is created by repeatedly lifting things that have been designed to weigh us down, so when your shoulders feel heavy, stand up straight, lift your chin, hell… call it exercise.
Remember that life is a gym membership with a really complicated cancellation policy.
Remember that you will survive.
Remember things could be worse.
Remember we are never ever given anything we can’t handle.
When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still here,
Remember YOU are still here.
The human heart beats approximately four thousand times per hour and each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words,
“YOU ARE STILL ALIVE”.
ACT LIKE IT.
-By Rudy Francisco
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