…I am glad you are here. Finally. I have been waiting for you to arrive for a very long time. 2017 was not kind to me. It was probably the most difficult year since 2001. That was the year that I witnessed massive death and destruction after an earthquake in India and months later, the world changed forever with the September 11 attacks. In between, both my father and mother died. I felt burdened with grief for so many months.

2017 was difficult in other ways. I was physically debilitated for the first time in my life because of a serious spinal problem. I under

My dog Gizmo is among the many good things in my life.
My dog Gizmo is among the many good things in my life.

went surgery, thinking it would allow me to be free again. But days became weeks and weeks became months and I still wake up every day in pain.

I realized how hard it must be for millions of people around the world who are forced to function without full use of their bodies. I realized how not being able to perform the simplest tasks – like walking the dog or picking up a piece of paper from the floor – can lead to isolation, self-pity and eventually, depression.

Most importantly, I realized I had to be grateful for all the strengths I do have and not focus on my weaknesses. I don’t much care for New Year’s resolutions but January 1 seems an appropriate day for reflection.

In the last few months, when I have felt blue, I have thought about all the people I have met over the years through my journalism. I decided a long time ago to focus my work on people who are vulnerable and voiceless; people who have survived tremendous loss. I chose to illuminate their resilience and strength after suffering war, death, disaster, torture, rape, separation, unjust imprisonment.

I could easily have been one of them. I was left on the steps of an orphanage in Kolkata when I was just a day old. I had the incredibly good fortune of being adopted by two loving parents who gave me everything a child could ask for. I think often about all the doors that opened for me because of my parents. And now, I think, too, about the subjects of my stories. They remind me of how lucky I am.

It’s vital to keep our lives in perspective. In America, the land of plenty, it can be so easy to lose sight of all the good things that come our way. I am guilty of complaining about things that in the long run are simply not important. I am guilty of losing patience or my temper in situations that are trivial.

I believe we, as a society, have inched toward narcissism. We think too much about ourselves — the way we look and act, the material goods we want and what others may think of us.

I think I will start looking outward a bit more. Starting today, back pain or not, I will try to make life more about others and less about me.

Gratefully, yours.

 

 

 

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