Don't be Sadish have a Radish

"We who lived in the concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms-- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way." Viktor Frankl

If my feeling were little antenae at home on my shoulders they would be a bit wilty today.
Today was a day of slight disappointments:

It was pouring rain this morning... which made me wake with excitement. I called my mother to see if she would want to go to the Pantry to have early morning breakfast. She returned my call too late as she didnt notice her phone ringing.

I forgot my lunch at home.

I missed the clock 01:02:03 on the day 04/05/06.

I bought lunch in order to eat with my coworkers and pretend to be human and social, but then i got a stomach ache of too fullness. I had tried to avoid this feeling because last night i overate on chocolate.

The bus was late.

The dinner I cooked is still not done. Its been in the oven for over an hour.

I have no solid plans for the holiday I am taking this friday and saturday. I fought for the friday off. but for whatever reason, personality type, irresponsiblity, incapibility... I only have a vague picture of what i will do... Although i have prayed that God would bless my time.

My list of small mishaps are quite...hmmm whats the word. Next to Frankl's quote... they are like having chipped hot pink and cracked fingernails while wearing a stunning, elegant, black ball gown. Tacky, out of place, detractive.

I wish i had something really insightful to say in reaction to reading this book by Frankl. He was a psychologist who survived three years in Nazi death camps... his book is about the psychology of the experience, of suffering, of hope, of survival, of freedom.