For the second time in my adult life, I have cancer. I appreciate the love, support and prayers I receive. I really do. But please don’t feel sorry for me. I have the best doctors, a comfortable home and a wonderful support system of friends and family, including my beautiful wife and daughter.
So, instead, think about those who have it so much worse.
Think about those who have cancer and other serious illnesses, including so many children, who don’t have access to decent, affordable health care.
Think about our war veterans who suffer from severe injuries and PTSD and don’t have access to proper care.
Think about those living on the streets through no fault of their own.
Think about those — also through no fault of their own — who struggle so mightily to make ends meet for their families, even when working two or more jobs.
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Think about those who have been sexually abused and are scarred for life.
Think about all the lonely people out there, including so many senior citizens, who live in isolation with no one in their lives to even take them for care when they desperately need it.
Think about those who are unemployed and see no light at the end of the tunnel.
Think about those in communities in America and across the world who live in dire poverty without even having clean water to drink.
Think about those who can’t afford healthy food for themselves and their families and, as a result, face a future of illnesses, from heart disease to diabetes.
Think about those who suffer from severe depression, addiction and mental illness who feel they have nowhere to turn.
Think about the victims of domestic abuse and violence who feel trapped and hopeless.
Think about those who live in debilitating chronic pain with no real remedy.
Think about those in war torn countries, again, including so many innocent children, with no relief or hope in sight.
And we mustn’t forget about all the wonderful dogs and cats and other animals that are abandoned, abused, neglected — and worse.
Sure, cancer is bad. But for those of us who are fortunate enough to have a strong support system, a comfortable place to live, healthy food to eat and access to excellent health care, it could be worse.
Please be kind to everyone. Because you never know what they’re going through.
Larry Postel is a Dallas screenwriter.