The blind man at church...

I went to church last Sunday (Million Paws Day!!), and sitting at the pew just in front of me was this average looking man gently patting the milky coat of a large dog who was sitting affectionately at his feet. He wore a pair of dark shades, and was staring intently at the altar in front. After communion, on his way back, I noticed he walked straight past his pew, following his dog obediently. Just then, the people near him quickly rushed forward and tugged his sleeve, patiently ushering him back to his seat.

This just reminds me of the blind man in the bible, the one who called out to Jesus for help. Jesus lay his hands on his eyes, and told him that he could see again, thanks to his faith. Even though the blind man at church was physically blind, God gave him vision to see the goodness in the people around him, who are willing to help him in any way they can, be it his family, his friends, or just mere strangers on the street.
Sometimes, when we're burdened with our own problems, instead of drowning in sorrows and self-pity, we should take a step back, and see God's Grace in it all, notice how He sends us help to accompany the challenges and trials He sets for us.
So instead of wasting our time analysing how much suffering life has dished out for us, we might as well look around us and see how many people around us are actually bearing worse sufferings than us. We should pick ourselves up, let these people know that we've been there and know how horrible it is to suffer, and spend our time and energy helping them out of their sufferings and letting them know that we'll be there to support them whenever they need it.

That's much more productive than enduring heart-wrenching moments in the silence when you wonder why life had to turn out this way and how unfair it had been. Because it wasn't all that fair to others anyway.