Anyways, I took a time-out in "the lair" (as it's come to be known) last night. There was a show in MTV, an interview of sorts, with Britney Spears. Back when I was working I would peruse the MSN Celebrity Gossip on a daily basis. So I've followed closely the trainwreck that has seemingly been her life over the past year or two. I felt very sorry for her as I watched this little slice of her life. She can't go anywhere without being harassed by photographers and some of them look scary. Sometimes they waved their cameras like guns and shouted awful things as she attempted to conceal herself from their view.
Then, as the show commercialed every five minutes, I clicked over to my favorite channel A&E for some good old fashioned reality TV. There happened to be a documentary on about a Chinese plastic surgeon and some of his patients. One of his stories followed a man from a remote village in China who had been attacked by a bear. It was hard to see his face and see a person. His wounds were so severe that half of his face was basically a skull with some skin and his eye poking through. The man had also gone through a huge emotional/psychological change since the attack. He talked about how he had become severely depressed. His cousin explained that he didn't sing or smile anymore. Through literally years of surgeries and a few miracles the team of surgeons was able to perform a partial face transplant and he began to look human again. Not entirely normal, but human.
Suffering comes in so many forms. I wouldn't being to compare Britney Spears' struggles with those of this Chinese guy. But I can't deny that both situations would be torture. It makes me grateful for my little slice of normal life that I have and the occasional glimpses of heaven I'm allowed to experience. Like this: