Life isn’t fair.

 

(If you don’t like honesty, you should stop reading this now)

As you may or may not know, I have Epidermolysis Bullosa.

Wait. whaaat?

EB is a rare condition (1in 50,000 have it). I’m one of them. Basically, the layers of my skin peel apart easier than other people’s—so I get blisters easier.

 This past week I was at the Nehemiah Project. The Nehemiah Project is a local mission trip where we all stayed at a high school in the area and fixed up people’s houses.

My feet and hands were blistered by the end of the second day.

I found myself pouting to myself.

Life isn’t fair. No one else here has this issue. Why me? This is dumb.Life isn’t fair.

It got worse when I would hear other people complain about one blister.

Seriously? One blister? Ha. Paaaaaaaathetic. I’m sitting here NOT complaining, and there you are with ONE blister and you are complaining? Lame. Life just isn’t fair. No one gets it. Life isn’t fair.

 

But then I think about kids like this with Dsytrophic EB (a type MUCH worse than what I have)

And the HIV+ kids, like this little girl, who I met in Guatemala last summer.

Or the people living here:

And then I realize I am absolutely right.

Life isn’t fair.