Lucky

So yesterday I'm having lunch at the Daily cafe at ohsu after my orthopedic appt & kinda feeling sorry for myself bc my recovery plan makes racing cx unlikely this year & then a mom comes into the cafe w 2 young girls, the youngest about Ada's age & this cheerful little whisper of a kid is losing her hair in patches and has one of those permanent iv taps on her arm and mom has clearly given blood like JUST NOW and I'm thinking I can't believe I was depressed for a single minute about my fucking cyclocross season. I am the luckiest fucking guy on earth.