6:15, Friday morning. Carrying yesterday's jeans to the wash, the coins I had forgotten to empty from the pockets, fell to the darkened hallway floor. Voicing a silent curse, I reflexively knelt and began picking up the coins with my left hand (right hand still in it's post surgical sling).
At about the second coin (and curse); flash back. November 2008; hour after hour sitting in a wheelchair, at the occupational therapist's table, trying to pick up just one penny.
Knee still on the floor, an exclamation of gratitude escapes my lips (shh everyone but me's still in bed)... perspective!
Saturday afternoon, the right hand sling still making things awkward, Pam & I walk 6 miles. Life's little "one step at a time" miracles.
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You made me cry - so much you've been through and so much perspective you've gained... Love you!
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