Some people look down on those who put a lot of value on their material possessions. In my opinion, that habit is only bad when that person loves their possessions so much that they lose gratitude for things like loved ones and health. The following story illustrates the difference between the two mindsets. Maybe you or someone you know can relate to it.
Tyler had finally bought the car of his dreams: a red BMW convertible. All week, he had been chauffeuring his wife and friends, taking the long routes to his destinations, anything to show it off. If he wasn’t driving it, he would be washing it. This was his most prized possession.
One day, his coworker, Roland, had trouble starting his own car. And he was in a rush to get home. Sensing an opportunity to impress, Tyler offered to drive Roland home.
About halfway to Roland’s, the BMW stopped at a light. When the light changed, Tyler drove up. Before he could reach the other side of the intersection, another car came charging through from the right. It slammed into Tyler’s BMW with a sickening crash. The impact caused Tyler to bang his head into his own window and fall unconscious.
Tyler woke up to see a man in a white jacket standing over him. Groggily, he looked around and realized that he was in a hospital room.
“Tyler?” the doctor said. “Tyler, can you hear me?”
“Uh… huh,” the man groaned. He sat up slightly. “What happened?”
“You were in an accident. A car had collided with yours.”
Tyler’s eyes widened. “My car? Where is my car now?”
“Your car was totaled.”
Tyler was crushed. He laid his head back on the pillow and angrily stared at the ceiling.
Just then, Tyler’s wife ran into the room. She gave him a hug and held him tight. That’s when he noticed the bandages on his hands.
“Thank God you’re alright!” she cried, touching the bandage on his forehead.
“Yeah, great,” Tyler replied sarcastically. “I’m fine, but my car was destroyed. Not even seven days had gone by, and my car is destroyed. All because some moron had to crash into me. Thousands of dollars, gone, and I have a nice, big medical bill just for being ‘alright’.”
“I think you should consider yourself lucky, young man,” the doctor said sternly.
“Oh, really? Why should I?”
“Because your friend wasn’t that fortunate.”
Tyler softened upon hearing those words. He had forgotten all about Roland.
“Where is he?”
Later, Tyler was lead to Roland’s room. He was shocked when he saw his coworker.
Roland was laying in bed with his head wrapped in bandages. His face was visible, and his eyes were closed. A tube was attached to his neck brace. An agonizingly slow beeping sound echoed from the machine beside him.
Tyler limped over and sat in the chair near the bed. He looked down to see that all he had were some cuts and bruises on his arms. Ashamedly, he looked at Roland, who showed no signs of waking up.
I’m just curious, what does the word “blessed” mean to you? Do you instantly think of your possessions when you hear that word, or do you focus on the “little” things we take for granted, like oxygen and good health?
Make a nice day!