At Work on a Summer Saturday ??!

I was so mad that I had to come to work today! I had asked off earlier, but it didn't work out. Today is " Swim Day" in Fairfield. ( I work about thirty five miles from home.) Our town has a nice little pool, but the fees only cover about a third of the expenses to run it, so the third weekend of July has been designated "Swim Days" for the last forty or fifty years. It begins Thursday evening with a BBQ, pie social, and silent auction. Friday is a golf scramble and street dance. Saturday is the main day, with a parade, bbq'd pork and beef sandwiches ( the firemen roast them all night long and until noon Sat. in a huge pit. You have NO IDEA how good it is.) for lunch, and then lots of games and entertainment in the park- skits, singing, etc.All the money that is raised goes towards pool operating expense.Being the huge and happening community that we are, this is The Event Of The Year ! I love our community, and since Marc and I are both members of the volunteeer ambulance crew ( he is also on the fire dept.) and I waitressed for a year and a half at the cafe ( and if I have to say so myself- I was by far the best waitress ! ) we have a lot of friends and I just love seeing everybody. But, no ! I had to roll out of bed and drag into work this morning....I was fuming over the injustice of this all and also berating myself for not being more assertive about not working, and generally working myself into a huge mood when suddenly I remembered----We just heard last night that our neighbor man across the street from us was in a terrible car accident and may be paralyzed now.He is probably around 40 years old, with several young children. His wife's mom died a couple of months ago at a relatively young age from cancer. Instead of being at Swim Day, they are all in the hospital, trying to deal with this new tragedy. All my reasons I was so grumpy suddenly seemed so trivial. I can get out of bed, I have a good job, and my husband can get out of bed ( at least I hope so- it didn't look too promising when I left the house =) I wonder if we can even really be thankful enough for all the "little" things, until they are gone and we realize what we had.