Tuesday, November 17, 2009
It's the little things
Yesterday when I got out of bed, for the first time in three weeks, I could stand on both feet, my right foot flat on the ground, without pain. I was elated. Painlessly, I walked to the chair and strapped on the boot.
This morning, when I got out of bed, I walked across the room without pain and in my normal gate. Then I stopped and realized how wonderful it felt to be walking, to be able to walk.
It's a simple thing, isn't it? Walking is something I take for granted every single day. I have legs that work and I am able to get myself from here to there on my own two feet. I can take a stroll in the morning with my dog, I can walk through the grocery store, I can climb stairs or walk from the couch to the kitchen for a fresh cup of coffee. Such freedom I have. Not everyone can say that, and this morning I realized how much it means to me that I can walk, how very much I appreciate that I have that ability. When I look around this life of mine, I realize this morning that there is so much, so very much that I am thankful for. It took an accident for me to have this realization, proving to me once again that many gifts are not initially obvious.