Lessons From a Book

Today I just finished reading a book. The book is called "Left To Tell". Its the story of a surivor of the Rwanda genocide of mid '90's. It's a truely inspirational story. During this womans ordeal she always managed to find God and keep Him in her thoughts. She constantly prayed, not only to keep herself safe, or friends and family members but eventually she prayed for her enemies. To soften their hearts, and to have devil come out of them.
As I read this womans heroing story I thought of my own life. I haven't had anything come close to comapre with the horrific tradgities that she had, but I thought of my own life. Here was I just the night before wallowing in self pity over such trivial things and being angry and frustrated and tired form a long says drive. I would playfully throw a pillow across the room as a reaction to my sitution and huff and puff and give a sour face. Here was I thinking how life will enver be better, how life will never change and I'll never reach my goals because life is out to get me.
I feel so ashamed. My life is nothing that this woman's was, or other peoples are around the world. I have a wonderful life, and there is no reason or excuse for me to act that way. Yes some of it was in a childlike fun, but I'm better than that. After reading this woman's miraculous story I only wish I could be half of who she is. The faith, the optimism, the trust, the love, the courage, the forgiveness. It makes me want to do better. It makes me not want to wallow and to want to be angry or hold any malice in my heart for fellow children of God.
For my new beginning I want to find the strength and courage to be the better person. To think well of others, to make my enemies my friends. I feel like I shouldn't care about these miniscule problems in my life. There are worse things. I need to be thankful for what I have. All I want to do is whats right.