Perspective

No one has ever accused me of being graceful. If someone had mistakenly attributed this characteristic to me, it would no doubt be revoked once they got to know me better. I trip, usually UP the stairs, I run into things, I spill things (I spilled my soda on Jared the first 3 dates we had, in a row!!), and I drop things. Last night I happened to drop an entire box of American Cereal. Lucky Charms to be exact. American Cereal is a rare and precious commodity here in Armenia. The cost to replace the box would have been $6.74 from the local closet they call the Commissary at the Embassy. For this reason, instead of sweeping it into the garbage, like I would have normally done, I spent close to 30 minutes picking it up, piece by piece, dusting each piece off, and putting it back into the cereal box. I realized at that moment that my perspective of what was important had changed. It was worth my time spent, picking up each Lucky Charm, so the kids could have a normal breakfast in the morning. As I was sitting on the floor, pondering this thought, I watched as a relatively large spider crawled out from under the sink and onto a piece of cereal. My newfound perspective immediately changed as I jumped up and stomped the spider into oblivion, along with the rest of the Lucky Charms. I'll pay for new, non-spider infected cereal, thank you very much.