You know what? I am a complainer. Sometimes I hear stories about people who walked to school, uphill both ways, barefoot in the snow and never once complained. But that is not me. I’m not proud of being a complainer – but I’m wondering if it’s really true that those people NEVER complained. Didn’t they probably complain every once in a while? I mean, the pioneers pushed handcarts from Missouri to Utah in freezing temperatures, they lost loved ones and contracted all sorts of illnesses, and none of them EVER complained? When I hear those stories I am both inspired to complain less, and discouraged because my difficulties are rather small and yet I still complain. Sometimes I feel like I just need to complain about something in order to help me get over it, and duh, so whoever I'm complaining to will feel sorry for me :). Maybe with age and experience I will learn to get over things quicker without having to complain and without needing to be felt sorry for.
Meanwhile, I’m still suspicious that those people who never complained actually did complain but looking back on it no one remembers. I guess it’s good for me that no one remembers complaining in hindsight.
“We need to break free of our old selves—the provincial, constraining, and complaining selves—and become susceptible to the shaping of the Lord.” – Elder Neal A. Maxwell (Interesting. The less I complain, the easier it is for the Lord to make out of me what I'm supposed to be.)
"I believe in grumbling; it is the politest form of fighting known." – Edgar Watson Howe (touche).
"The sun was shining in my eyes, and I could barely see to do the necessary task that was allotted me. Resentment of the vivid glow I started to complain. When all at once upon the air I heard the blind man's cane." – Earl Musselman (okay, I'm humbled).
"Those who do not complain are never pitied." – Jane Austen (Exactly).