I don't remember the exact situation, but the conversation went something like this.
Me: I can't believe they got the order wrong. I already waited more than 20 minutes. They knew I wanted "x" and they gave me "y." Now I've got to go back to the store.
Him: Hmmm...well that's a first world problem.
The inference? Whatever you are complaining about right now isn't nearly as terrible as people dying in the streets, war, or starvation. So, really, could you stop it already?
Funny thing is, my husband has never lived in a third world country. He is also no angel when it comes to complaining (just try to keep him from a hot shower or comfy bed). Still, he has a point about not sweating the small stuff.
Today, as my girlfriend and I argued about her purchasing a needed pair of eyeglasses, we were suddenly brought to a halt by a sad scene in the street. A small dog lay lifeless in the center lane. The owner (or who I assume to be the owner) wailed and shook as she scooped the dog up and placed him in her car.
For a moment, we just sat silent. It was awful and a great reminder of what's really important. Life is short. Stop worrying. Live.
PS As an additional awful reminder, my heart goes out to all of the victims of the Arizona shooting today. May your family and your community find love, peace, and healing.
Altered Today: Arguing, Sweating the Small Stuff, Appreciation for the Little Things, Gratitude for my Dog and Husband