“Without your wound where would your power be? It is your very remorse that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children on earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In love’s service only the wounded soldiers can serve.” – Thornton Wilder
Despite the awful things we sometimes must endure, there is something good that can come out of it. My grief has taught me to see grief in others more readily than I ever did before. I can see cancer patients where I once saw nothing but the blur of a person irrelevant to me at a grocery store. I don't just see them either, I try to see their eyes, and gauge how they are handling it all. I get the urge to hug them and ask them what life was like before all the sickness.
There’s so much that I’ve learned from it all, and gained, that I haven’t even discovered yet. Was it awful to feel so sad? Yes, yes it was, I don’t ever want to feel that way again but I can’t predict that. Am I grateful that I can see good things out of it? So very much yes.