Sometimes we become so embroiled in life's petty troubles, so focused on our own personal problems, that we take for granted the great blessings we enjoy. Such was my state that hot August morning. My older sister would return to her job in a few days, school was starting, and I had a great deal of work in helping to care for the house and my seven younger brothers and sisters, plus my volunteer work. I had few friends nearby, fun and free time were scarce, and I was absorbed in self-pity.

I must have it harder than any other kid, I thought, as I sat down at the computer for my weekly study of international news. Accounts of horror, poverty, and oppression soon appeared before my eyes. I was always affected by stories like these, and prayed hard for the innocents who were suffering. But today I was struck in an entirely different way.

I read: I was fleeing with my children when a firefight started. We tried to run, but the next moment there was a horrible boom and bodies and clothes flew everywhere. I screamed for my children, but it was too late. My four little flowers were gone--gone with the smoke...

The next article began: Life is a painful struggle for survival. My little sister was killed riding her bike near our home. Death hangs over us constantly. Each day might be the last. My mother can only cry all day...

I couldn't read any more. Suddenly my life--with all its hassles and troubles--seemed wonderful. My family was a treasure, my work a privilege. I was healthy and strong. I awoke each morning with clothes to wear, food on the table, and a roof over my head. I had the support of loving parents and the joy and faith that come from a strong Christian upbringing. In an instant, those other things that I had considered so important dwindled before me. I was blessed with great gifts: love and peace. It opened my eyes, and I knew that was enough.

My life has been much easier since that day. Oh, the circumstances aren't any different. But I am different. I have found I can rise above any trial on the wings of gratitude.

Elisabeth Sichrovsky is a 15-year-old volunteer with The Family in Taiwan.