Today, people in the world may be shocked, sad, or grieving in response to events recent or remembered, people lost, and sacrifices made.

Having a terminal illness altered my perspective about what constitutes a disaster, and what matters most.

Stuff happens. We don’t control the universe. We don’t control how many days we have. We might not control where we live, who we live with, or whether others treat us well.

What we do control is how we choose to spend whatever time is given us.

Each day, I have another chance to feel (shock, sorrow, hope, compassion, whatever). Another chance to show love to family and friends. Another chance to use my body and mind as best I can. Another chance to laugh. Another chance to dream.

Another chance to use my unique set of skills, interests and resources to make a difference in the world.

Tomorrow is another day. How will you spend it?