Tomorrow I will finally have my follow up appointment with my surgeon. If everything looks okay, I’ll say goodbye to the crutches. Just the thought makes me a bit misty eyed. For six weeks those things have been the bane of my existence; a constant reminder of my transformation from athlete, soccer player, weight lifter, fighter, to... unable to take a single step. Now I must once again transform, and there are no words to describe the prospect. I will become stronger than before.
**
I am struck by how easily it is to take things for granted. Take walking-something we do daily, a rote routine, mostly mindless. But take it away… ahh, how the world changes in an instant. Suddenly it's mostly magical, a certain blessing. Such a simple thing taken for granted each and every second.
It makes me wonder how much I take for granted every day. My family? My wife? My health? Every breath that God sees fit to let me take? And while I know that tomorrow I will have overwhelming thanks to have passed this milestone, it seems likely that my thanks will fade over time.
Seems that more and more the most important thing one can do is be thankful for the blessings life can bring. Of course it’s easier said than done, but I plan to keep trying. That and taking it one step at a time.
No comments:
Post a Comment