Panic crashing on me, I awoke when it was still dark outside. My heart beats thundered through my veins, I could feel them speeding up and getting heavier. Slow down, breathe, find peace. I practiced the normal tactics in times like this—tried breathing slower, tried to think a happy thought, tried to pray. But nothing worked—I was a wreck.
I went downstairs and lay on the couch in my office. Why was I so anxious?
I took account of my life. At first glance, I had nothing to worry about. I had a great wife, three cute kids, a job that fit me, a home, food, clothes, etc. Having spent time in third world countries recently, I knew how difficult life could be for people. Compared to my friend who lives in the slums of Manila or my friend who feeds orphans in Myanmar or my friend who became a widow in Sri Lanka, I had it pretty easy.
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