Not about a book but something that happened today …

I was stressing so much about business today … blah, blah, blah … so went to a nail salon (therapy) … sat down and the woman started working on my hands … I looked at her hands … she was missing two fingers … I thought … wonder how she feels taking care of people hands when she is missing fingers (now feeling really selfish for feeling sorry for myself about my business problems) … then I started talking to the woman next to me getting a manicure … she was really nice … calm type of person … she got up to go wash her hands …

When she was walking back she was limping … I asked her did she hurt her foot or something … she said … “I was shot.” … I asked her what? when? where? … she said she went to India on a meditation retreat (can you believe it … how ironic) … to Mumbai … she was one of the people involved in the massacre … she lost her leg from one of the wounds … she was shot four times by that young guy that survived … (now I am really feeling way selfish about little problems) … she also had a bad scar on her upper right arm … she did not appear bitter … it was so strange … she said she had not experienced pstd yet but felt it could probably come still …

I swear sometimes I get so caught up in my own little universe … it was very humbling …