The Privilege of Being Alive

Today, being Mother’s day, the theme at the Friend’s meeting I attended was "family".  At the meeting I commented that in the previous couple of days I had the privilege of working with a troubled family.  I also commented that my wife was visiting her family back east, an intensely emotional experience, and that most of my own family was dead.  When I spoke, it occurred to me what a privilege it was to be part of all that hurt, drama, love and intensity.  Later on in the day I was berated by someone that I had worked with previously and, once again, it occurred to me what a privilege that experience was.  For today, being involved in life as much as I am feels like a privilege.