Perspective

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London, 1940, during the Blitz; a group of men return to an underground bomb shelter to report on the damage.

Then one woman looked directly at her husband. "Is our place gone?"

"I'm afraid so, girl," he said. "There isn't much left up there. But we're alive. We're all lucky to be alive. We'd have been dead if we'd stayed up above."

"Oh, what a mercy we didn't!" she exclaimed. "How lucky we are!"

Incredible though it sounds, within a few moments, a whole lot of people were congratulating each other on their extraordinary good fortune in only having lost all their worldy posessions.

Safe Passage, by Ida Cook

This was a book worth reading.