COVID has revealed a lot about me—my fears, my anxieties, what and who I really care about and how I relate to people who operate from a different perspective and how I treat them or think of them.

Sadly, even while on the beach this week Covid reared it’s ugly head as some overly scrupulous people got into a social distancing argument about how close they determined we should sit as a family.

Yes, an argument erupted and I didn’t handle it well as a person got her stink face in my face over a grandchild who in her opinion was having a little too much fun with his sand shovel. Well, you can stink face me but when you come across mean and nasty to my grandkids, that’s another story.

Having said that, something I read this morning set me straight, but nevertheless we should all think twice before we stink eye others.

In his book, Man’s Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl wrote these amazing words:

“We who lived in the concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last pieces of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: The last of his freedoms is to choose his own attitude in any given set of circumstances—to choose one’s own way.”