Buddy Holy, count your blessings

As a work-at-home single mum I sometimes tend to dwell on my problems, losing my sense of perspective.
Sometimes a 'reality check' helps. On the news I saw terrifying images of an orphanage in Bulgaria, which made even my son Thomas (who tends to be quite 'tough') cringe. The children were skeletal, it was horrifying. Extremely sad. It definitely made me come to terms with the fact that my house is on the shabby side. I can't offer Thomas a perfect home, but compared to that of those poor children his life is heavenly.

On the third of February 1959, Buddy Holy died in a plane accident, after a concert in Iowa. 23 years old. Yet again, tragic. And yet again a reminder that it might be a good idea to stop complaining, to stop whining about my failures and cherish the things that go well.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.