Remembering when we are well

My friend Fiona (who fights for her life every day) reminds me that I’m well. I don’t want one day to perhaps be ill or maybe very unhappy, and only then remember I was once well. I want to remember it now and cherish whilst it’s here. I want that for you too.

PS: Maybe like Fiona when we’re not feeling great, and she does it so graciously, we can appreciate the parts of us that are still in working order?

PPS: Imagine a life full of that kind of gratitude and what could possibly happen.