I look at Josie, finding out news about her Dad, and it makes me sad. I never really knew him before he had his first operation. I understand he was quite a guy. I think I met him once, and on that occasion, he was basically yelling down the stairs, asking me to leave, and asking Josie if she smelled smoke.
And I think of Peter, who's in a tenuous situation at work. Coming from Poland, his status is uncertain, even after he secures his doctorate in two years. So he's a bit concerned, and deservedly so.
During my IM with Peter today, he used two interesting words to describe my life. He said I was "lucky" and "stable." I guess considering the political/economic station he came from, thats understandable.
This offers me the proper perspective.