How easy it is to complain about the weather; we do it all the time when it obstructs our plans—a picnic, a flight, driving just about anywhere, skiing or surfing. I’m not talking about natural disasters; I’m talking about what I want on a given day for my plans. And that makes sense; why not wish for just the right weather to support what we want to do?
But how can we get to a place were ‘not complaining’ becomes our mantra for whatever kind of weather appears? Or more to the point, how can we stop thinking about complaining as even a possibility. The weather is what it is.
Back to the men on the road. I confess, I got off on a tangent. These men were not even thinking of complaining. “Not complaining” was their way of expressing gratitude.