My first year in college, I drove a 93 Chevy Blazer with 278,000 miles on it.

No a/c or heater. Barely running.

One day I was in the middle of the Wallace tunnel during rush hour.

Bumper to bumper, stop and go traffic.

I came to a stop and the engine cut off...

My heart sunk.

Not only was I in a tunnel, but that tunnel lead to a 7.5 mile long bridge.

I would've been stuck for a while, in the humid south Alabama summer heat, holding up half the city's population from getting home.

On top of that, the day had already been a struggle.

After a minute, which seemed like an hour, the engine finally turned over and I was able to make it home.

I bring this up because I often reference days like that to my "bad" days now.

They put things into perspective, an important perspective at that.

When I catch myself being unappreciative, I try to think back to when I truly didn't have very much and was just doing my best to get by.

Compared to where I am now, I have so much to be grateful for.

Lose that perspective and you could very well risk losing what you do have.