Few weeks back, he got a call from his cousin that their grandmother wasn’t feeling well. She was feeling anxious and sweating. They were on the way to the doctor’s.
He was in a different city, 3 hours away.
At that moment, he knew that if his grandmom survived the
ordeal, he ll need to be be there and make a difference.
He made a difference for sure and felt proud of it.
However, in the larger scheme of the universe, it is a very
small contribution, and he wasn’t sure if he should be taking credit for any of
it.
Split between pride and humility, he gave up thinking about
it. In a few weeks the feeling settled and his own anxiety was gone.
