12-18 SS Complaining

 There isn’t a better storyteller anywhere then my good friend Lee Roberts. He has a wealth of tails about the outdoors having grown up in Alaska and now working in Montana. He is outdoorsman buddy has a very poignant story about counting our blessings. “ My grandparents lived in Alaska in the late 1800s and many years later I was with my folks in Alaska and had arranged to go fishing out on the Kenai River. I had chartered a helicopter because it was a 6 to 7 hour drive in a van to get out there. When we got to the helicopter place, the helicopter was downed for me it’s and so I had to get in the van and drive the 6 or 7 hours. The entire trip I complained bitterly. We finally got into the boat and I continued complaining. Finally my father handed me my grandmother’s diary. He pointed to a section where she had taken her notes because grandpa was out running his trapping line in the winter. He was a trapper. While he was gone, and Indian showed up from a village about 30 miles away and told my grandmother another Indian had been mauled by a bear. Grandma left a note for grandpa and went off the indian and spent 5 weeks nursing him back to health. It was at that point that I stopped complaining.