Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.
The other day I was getting ready to leave after a visit to my parent's house. As I packed and organized I was more aware of how nauseous I felt than usual. I commented to my mother about how yucky I felt.
Mom said, "well, at least you can still do things. When your sister Mary Alice had morning sickness she couldn't even move!"
"I know mom," I replied, "but don't you think Mary Alice was being just a little overly dramatic?"
My mother gave me a sideways glance and shrugged her response.
And my dye was cast.
By the time we stopped for lunch at the halfway mark home, I was sick enough that I could not eat. The second half of the trip was excruciating. My body ached, my stomach rebelled, and I felt like my eyeballs might fall out if I had to focus on a road one minute more...and I had hours more focus for my eyeballs to fall out.
By the time I got home, I immediately went to bed and did not get out, except when totally necessary, for two days. Today I am finally feeling well enough to think, in a limited sort of way.
While I was not stricken by morning sickness as much as the flu, I do realize that life was teaching me a little lesson on judging another's experience and I get it. Point taken. Ahhh Karma, at least you know it's there but next time it's in action, I plan to be on it's better side!