Heavy load

Ever feel like you've picked up more than you can carry?
I can safely say I've felt that way.
One thing Haitian woman prove is nothing is impossible.
Nine months pregnant they walk down the road, a large bowl of fruit and potatoes on their heads. Holding hands with their children. Barefoot. Sweating.
If I were in their position, I would be cursing and complaining if not sitting on the ground refusing to move. They walk with such admirable grace and strength. Chin up, shoulders back, grins from ear to ear as they greet their friends.
They make my problems look stupid.
Not to say the amount of suffering we go through is different. Each man has his own suffering. Based on birthplace and upbringing, each man suffers in a different way. Too much homework or a sick relative or fight with my bestfriend may twist my stomach into a million little knots, or cause me to cry myself to sleep. A person in Haiti may see these as minute problems and only get to this point of suffering when a handful of friends die at once or some other tragedy happens. Only because they've been raised with thick skin and see my problems as a typical day in Haiti. My suffering is not less then theirs, it's just different.
But the strength I see in the Haitian woman I try to mirror in my everyday life. Now that I've seen their problems, I remember that mine could be much worse. I just need to go through the day chin up, shoulders back, grinning from ear to ear.