This is Teddy Roosevelt's chest. You see that dark smudge on the left? It's a bullet. While running to return to the presidency in 1912, some jerk shot him shortly before he was about to give a speech. You know what? He spoke anyway. He figured since he wasn't coughing up blood that it wasn't that big of a deal. So, he gave a 90 minute speech with blood seeping out of his chest. True, a lot of the talk ended up being focused on getting shot and not dying then calling out his opponents as being the kind of wusses that wouldn't give a speech if they had been shot, but he did get around to the other things he wanted to say. Then he went to the hospital.
I try to remember this whenever I start to complain about things. Right now I'm trying to get a lot of things done. On top of that there is a full day of work. And, first and foremost, the kids. It's not too hard to start to gripe. So, I look at this x-ray.