Sahara was a coworker of mine. She took care of me when I was a kid, and I was looking forward to her coming to visit me. After I was a patient for several days she finally came, and instead of sympathizing with me she lectured me instead. She said:
"You did this to your self. Every time I see you you're eating a Big Mac or a Whopper and you keep gaining weight. You take poor care of your health and that's why this happened. You did this to yourself."
I was so ticked at her I couldn't wait for her to get out of my room. I told my other coworkers about what she said and they agreed she was a jerk. I barely spoke to her the next two years unless I was giving report. Yet eight months after that lecture I started working out. I also started eating well. I lost 35 pounds and was feeling great.
Since then I've continued to try to eat well and exercise and since then my asthma has been much improved. So improved, as a matter of fact, that I haven't spend a day as an inpatient for asthma since that visit.
So that got me to thinking: Sahara did me a favor by lecturing me. Instead of sympathizing with me and allowing me to continue on the wrong path she took the bold step and told me I was a fool for the way I was living.
This goes to that old saying that the truth hurts before it makes you better. For the lecture that set me on a path to becoming a Gallant asthmatic, I thank you Sahara. Thanks Sahara.