In Spite of It All, Life Is Good
Two women from the Philippines are helping me with a home project. Theyâ€™re smart, they work hard, and theyâ€™re compassionate. Traits I obviously admire. And even though theyâ€™ve both been handed their share of tragedy, they still agree, â€œLife is good.â€
One is a single mother of six who just made the newspapers for being the victim of her former employer, a man sheâ€”along with quite a few other men and womenâ€”trusted and had great compassion for because of tragedy in his own family. She has a good heart, and because of it, she borrowed against everything she owned, including her home, to help someone she considered a friend.
Sheâ€™s still singed from the fire but at the same time trying not to lose her sense of trust and compassion. Thatâ€™s such a part of her that it would be a shame to lose not just her life savings but also her sense of innocence.
â€œBut Iâ€™ve got great kids,â€ she tells me with a smile.
â€œLife is good,â€ echoes the other woman.
Sheâ€™s keeping a positive outlook, which amazes me considering what sheâ€™s been through. Her friend tells me that people in the Philippines donâ€™t suffer from depression like Americans do. Maybe itâ€™s the pace of life here or maybe itâ€™s the lack of attunement to Nature, or maybe itâ€™s just not being ourselves. She finds it curious.
Then she adds, â€œLife is good.â€
Before I can wonder how she can say that, she tells me that her husband was murdered in the Philippines in the 90â€™s but she had four children to raise and she had to go on with life.
â€œLife is good,â€ she says again.
Yeah. Yeah, it is. Even when things are bad, thereâ€™s still enough good to make it all worth the effort.