Courage for Kennedy – Journal

August 2, 2006

The Crap Sandwich-Too Good Not to Share

Category: General – Melenie – 1:22 am

“Crap Sandwich� written by another mom whose daughter
Kendrie, fought ALL and has won her battle

Imagine every year for Thanksgiving that you and your family go to a wonderful all-you-can-eat buffet. The food is always great and you look forward to getting the same delicious meal, year after year. So this year, you give your standard order to the waitress: an appetizer of “love�, a “caring� salad, the side dishes, “thoughtfulness� “compassion� and “laughter� and a big, juicy entrée of “good health and happiness for everyone�. The waitress brings you everything you asked for but the entrée. Instead, in front of you on the table, she places a big, fat crap sandwich. And the conversation goes a little something like this:

You: “excuse me, I didn’t order this crap sandwich�

Waitress: “house special. You got it without asking�

You: “but I don’t want a crap sandwich. I want good health and happiness for everyone.�

Waitress: “well, you got a crap sandwich.�

You (getting upset) “well take it back and give me what I asked for instead!�

Waitress points to a sign that says “Absolutely NO substitutions�

You say adamantly: “there is positively no way I am going to be able to choke down this crap sandwich and I think it’s really unfair for you to expect me to�

And the waitress replies “hey, look. You’ve still got love, caring, thoughtfulness, compassion and laughter, so try to appreciate those. Oh, I almost forgot, here’s your condiment tray for the crap sandwich. You also get big overflowing bowls of fear, worry, anger, guilt and resentment. Bon Appetit!�

And so you’re looking around the restaurant, feeling really grumpy about your crap sandwich, and you realize that there are a lot more people with crap sandwiches than you ever thought possible. And from the looks on their faces, none of them ordered them, either. Then you see a couple of tables with really, really big, Dagwood-sized crap sandwiches and you summon the waitress again. “Excuse me, why are their crap sandwiches so big?� And she explains that those people are facing situations even worse than yours. Their kids haven’t responded well to treatment, have had cancer relapses, or worse yet, died. And you start to think maybe your crap sandwich isn’t so bad after all. Maybe you should keep your big mouth shut, choke it down, and be glad when it’s all gone and everyone is well again. And then, right then, your waitress reminds you of one last thing: “Management reserves the right to serve you another, bigger crap sandwich, anytime they want.

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