Frustrated. Busy. Non-stop. And with the threat of rain, I have a major headache. Yet, I look over at my dresser and see the bracelet I received made by those who take care of AIDS victims in Uganda and suddenly my fruitless search for a dresser (for my daughter), the demands on my time, and even this headache seem to shrink in importance. Someone will always have it better than me and someone will always have it worse. Keeps things in perspective, don’t you think?