We Don’t Suffer Alone

images Whenever I have a case of the poor mes I’m shown immediately things can be worse.

How many people do I see in wheel chairs.  Or the ancient accompanied by a disinterested caretaker who assumes her charge doesn’t know the difference.

The woman afraid to cross the avenue because she’s just had surgery and can’t walk very fast, so she waits and waits on the corner for someone to help too embarrassed to ask.

There’s an ex model I have always been envious of.  She was more successful than I marrying a famous lawyer moving into a four-story townhouse.  She has two beautiful kids, a house in the Hamptons and kept on working well into her 50s because her husband knew everyone.

Two years ago they found a tumor in her brain they claimed to successfully remove.  Today, she doesn’t even recognize her children.  Her mind went, and when I see her my heart thinks, if you only knew how jealous I’ve been of you, and now you think my name is Claire.

I’ve known her for 35 years and she has no idea who I am.

When I’m in the throes of feeling sorry for myself because of my hearing issues, I’m reminded instantly how lucky I am to walk, see and recognize those I love.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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19 Responses to We Don’t Suffer Alone

  1. micklively says:

    In the great scheme of things……….
    Wise words. It behoves us all to consider what we have versus what we covet. It is so easy to get into that “I need” mindset over trivia, when so many have real needs that cannot or will not be met.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    It really puts things into perspective.
    I can’t get the new living room furniture I want right now. During the past nine days I interviewed six households (Census survey) at a low-income trailer park in an impoverished town. Only one invited me inside; the others apologized for asking me to work outside. All but one were friendly, and all worked at least one full time job. Makes me thankful for what I have.


  3. Lynn says:

    You are so right Susannah. When we find ourselves in the midst of a pity party, we only need to have a look around to realize how incredibly fortunate we are!


  4. My personal theory has been that when something bad happens you are allowed to wallow in self pity for exactly 24 hours, then you need to get on with it. After that it’s tiresome and self-defeating. Remembering others reminds us we are all in it together!


  5. Patricia says:

    When I get the pity poor me’s I wallow in them, have a cry, mope around a while. Then it gets tiresome and boring and I get a grip, say thank you, Lord and get on with life. It’s ok to wallow but if you’re not careful you can drown.


  6. Great perspective, Susannah. Whenever I feel sorry for myself, I think, “I can walk, I have legs.” and that makes me thankful.

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  7. My mother is a great reminder that shit really isn’t all that bad. When I ask “what am I going to do?” her reply is “You just do.” Stops that pity party right in its tracks.


  8. Excellent reminder, that no matter how bad it gets, pause and think that no matter how bad we have it, others can have it worse. :O)


  9. AZMike says:

    My dad’s cousin was state arm wrestling champ of Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota when he was 42, built like a 6’3″ brick shithouse. By 45 he had lost all his hair and was a bag of bones, cancer. A few years later dead.

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