The Three Cousins
Once there were three cousins, roughly the same age. They were playing in the street one fine spring day when a car went out of control and crashed into the three of them. They were alive, but each was seriously injured, and there was serious concern for their lives. Each was rushed to the hospital, each operated on, and after a long period of recovery, they were released from the hospital to return to their homes.

None of the cousins were yet completely well and healthy. Each had complications that would take time to be dealt with. Each would need further operations, but at least, at this point, each was saved from death's door and each was able to function, albeit with limitations.

Although the cousins had similar experiences and were at a similar level of physical health, they had different attitudes to their current status.

One was thrilled to be out of the hospital, walking on his own, and mistakenly felt and behaved as if everything was fine with him. Which it wasn't. There was damage to some internal organs that still needed repair, and which greatly worried his parents and doctors. But this cousin just partied and behaved as if everything was okay.

Another one of the cousins didn't feel that there was anything to be happy about or thankful for, because everything wasn't yet perfect. He didn't/ wouldn't/couldn't thank his doctors or parents or even G-d for the amazing progress he had made, because there were still serious problems to deal with.

The third cousin was both thankful to his doctors for their efforts, to his parents for their untiring devotion and concern, to G-d for the miracles that had brought him to this point. He was also very mindful of the long way he still had to go to become completely well, and he prayed fervently for a Refu'a Sh'leima. He also worked hard with his doctors and PT towards that goal.