Whenever my arthritis gets worse, as this morning, and I'm tempted to moan and groan before I do anything else, I remember my recent nine months in a retirement center, where I was surrounded by folks far worse off than I am, and the temptation reduces to useless whining, and guilty whining at that, and I brace up and go about my business.
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