Anyways, when I found out they were still in the hospital last week I was shocked. I'd seen them just that weekend and while their baby was in the NICU the doctors had told them she would probably be going home after just a couple of days - not the ten she ended up staying. I couldn't imagine how much my heart would ache if that had happened to FB. But it was more than just that. There was a set of twins in the NICU with baby Grace that had been there for over a month. The mom of these little babies asked my friends when they were going home and they reluctantly told her within a few days and felt a little guilty since her babies were going to be there for much longer.
There are lots of times in my life when I've gotten SO deep down depressed about myself and my circumstance that I just wanted to crawl under the covers and sleep for days (and there have been times I've done just that). But all emo-ness aside, I've got it so good. Of course I've had rough times but most of those were self-inflicted. And really I haven't experienced what I would call major tragedy.
So the point of all of this is that there's always someone who's go it worse than you. Count your blessings, or remember your good fortune, or thank your "happy fairies" or whatever it is that you do. Because we really do have it good.