I am reading Robinson Crusoe at the minute and came across a passage. As you probably know he is stranded on a desert island and more than most he doesn’t have much to be positive or thankful about, none the less he compiles a list:
Evil. I am cast upon a horrible, desolate island, void of all hope of recovery. Good. But I am alive; and not drowned, as all my ship’s company were.
Evil.I am singled out and separated, as it were, from all the world, to be miserable. Good.But I am singled out, too, from all the ship’s crew, to be spared from death; and He that miraculously saved me from death can deliver me from this condition.
Evil.I am divided from mankind— a solitaire; one banished from human society. Good.But I am not starved, and perishing on a barren place, affording no sustenance. I have no clothes to cover me. But I am in a hot climate, where, if I had clothes, I could hardly wear them.
Evil.I am without any defense, or means to resist any violence of man or beast. Good.But I am cast on an island where I see no wild beasts to hurt me, as I saw on the coast of Africa; and what if I had been shipwrecked there? I have no soul to speak to or relieve me. But God wonderfully sent the ship in near enough to the shore, that I have got out as many necessary things as will either supply my wants or enable me to supply myself, even as long as I live.