A Lesson in what really matters

The remodeling project is slowly (very slowly) moving along. Two days ago Scott (our contractor) told me that he was ready to unveil the tub. I was very excited and happy when we saw it for the first time (bought it online so had never seen it live). It was only after a second inspection that I realized that the company had sent us the cheaper model (but had charged us for the top of the line one). They made the mistake, but I made a bigger one because the purchase order that I approved, listed the cheaper model.
AAAHHHH! The 30 days after shipping had passed and so legally, we were royally screwed (pardon my French). Patrick was very angry with me for not checking the P.O. 10 times before accepting it, but not as angry as I was with myself.
I called the company, almost cried and they promised to look into it and hopefully help us out somehow. This truly ruined my day. I felt physically ill to think that I made a potentially very expensive mistake. I knew that Patrick would never let me forget and that each time I would look at the now infamous bathtub, I would feel bad.
I was perfectly aware that I should not be feeling sooo down and bad about a tub. I knew that if this was my biggest problem, I was a lucky woman. I knew all of this, but I just could not shake the disappointment I felt towards myself.
In the afternoon I was explaining what had happened to Scott. he continued working and before he was ready to leave for the day, he called me and told me that he needed me to do him a big favor. I said "sure what is it?"
He told me the story of when he was working in another house. The wife was upset because she could still see the grain of the wood in a door after it was painted. He suggested changing the door to steel... there is no grain in steel. She got upset at his remark... This was happening when his mother was in the hospital and was about to die. He got to the hospital to see all the terminally ill patients and their families. They had real problems and real pain...

"Paola" Scott said " I promise you, everything will turn just fine no matter what. When we finish the project we will all sit with a bottle of wine and laugh about it. Please don't be sad. This was not your fault. If anyone's, it was my fault for not opening the box to inspect the tub sooner. Please cheer up! I will personally tell Patrick that he can never mention this again or I won't do his CAT6 lines around the house".
He knew that his last comment would make me laugh and it made Patrick laugh when I told him later. As cliche' as it may sound, it felt like a veil had lifted. I needed to hear Scott's story to really put things into perspective and realize how stupid I was for letting the "tub issue" affect me so much. Scott taught me an important lesson and the thing is... I got it!
We still don't know what will happen with the tub, but I now think that each time I see it, it will remind me of what really matters and make me smile!