One of the reasons Mike and I love our apartment is the beautiful view from our bedroom. Then the other day we heard a big truck pulling up outside our window. We ran to the window, and saw the truck unloading this huge dumpster. What in the world would they want with a dumpster outside our window?, we thought. Then several hours later, another dumpster was dumped outside our window. Another few hours, and yes, a port-a-potty became our new neighbor.
So, though once we looked up a green ravine at scrub oaks and the mountains, now we see two fat dumpsters and an outhouse. I was feeling very bad for my pitiable circumstances, when I remembered this: http://blog.compassion.com/your-thoughts/
I suppose my living next to a little green dumpster isn't so bad after all.
Then a couple of days ago, I was lamenting my hard job. Why does it have to be so stressful? Why can't I just stay home and bake muffins? Then I heard this truck hauling a big tank chug up outside our apartment. A man in a yellow vest hopped out carrying what looked like a big vacuum hoze.
He proceeded to non-chalantly suck the contents out of the port-a-potty with his long hose, jump back in his truck, and drive away.
Hmm...Managing Editor of a team of international writers or Port-a-Potty sucker. It's official: I've got to be one of the biggest dingbats around to not be thanking God each day for the opportunites he's given me. Even those that seem like a burden to me (living in an apartment, working a stressful job) would be dreams to others.
Thanks port-a-potty sucker for giving me perspective.