It has been about a month since I have posted here, or anywhere for that matter. I hope everyone had joyous holiday and the opportunity to celebrate them with family and friends.
I have recently had surgery on my right hand as a result of my motorcycle crash back in March 2007. Of course, as my luck would have it, I am right handed!
I really cannot complain, though. Yes, the meds are brutal, and it is hard doing many things that many of us have come to take for granted, thinks like tying my own shoes, tucking in my own shirt, and various other things that we don’t normally think about. As I said, many of us take these little things for granted. As you go through your daily reoutines, think about how your life would change if you lost the use of one hand for a week or a month. The little things can become mountains. I am humbled by my experience, and I am grateful for even the little things.
On the humourous side, one thing I find particularly ironic is that the many medications my doctors have prescribed to help me through my injuries, my surgeries, and ultimatey, my recovery, come in “child-proof bottles.” As a parent of three, I appreciate that. I would be mortified to come home and find that one of my children was harmed because they mistakenly got into some of my meds. The irony, however, is that with my throttle hand out of commission, I have to rely on my children to open the bottles for me. I have tried using my teeth (I bite through the label and/or bottle), the nook of my ellbow (can you say “indian burn”), and other ways to hold the bottle whilst I try to press and turn to release the lid, no luck. I suppose that I am safer from my meds than my kids are. But this post is about being grateful. To keep with that theme, I am grateful that my (older) children are able to open the child-proof medicine bottles for me.
I deal with a fair amount of physical pain daily, pain that is still with me nine, almost ten, months after the crash. It is what it is, and it could be much worse. As I said above, this involves frequent doctor appointments with various doctors, and let’s not forget all of the prescriptions. But yet I strive to remain humble, grateful, and ever-seeking a positive outlook and state of grace. I am grateful that science, medicine, and technology have evolved to where they have in this day and age. I am grateful that I have a group of talented and caring group of health care professionals caring for me. I am grateful for my strong faith. I truly feel that I am in good hands.
Pain, irony, and inconvenience surround us, but there is much to be thankful for. My outlook is subatantially more positive than before, despite all of the setbacks. I strive to help others, and to spread a smile wherever I can. Apparently I must look like I am in pain, because people regularly ask me how I can be so happy and jovial when I am obviously in such physical pain. This usually comes after we shared a simple laugh. I wondered about it myself at first, but no more. Some of you may have heard me say that that the solution to every problem is obvious, once you know and understand the answer; hindsight has 20/20 vision.
The answer became obvious to me, and now I share it with as many people as I can. Simply put, I was blessed with the gift of yet another new day, a precious gift that I have been entrusted with. I must be my best and do my best to be worthy of this gift of life. I strive to do a good enough job in the hope that I will awaken again tomorrow, entrusted with yet another new day.
I saw my crash, I saw my motorbike after the crash, and I am feeling the aches and pains still today. As a law enforcement veteran, I have seen people perish under less severe circumstances. I am pleasantly surprised that I am still alive, that I have survived that crash. My faith runs deep, and I am convinced that my life was spared for a purpose.
This is not my first brush with potentially fatal circumstances. I amd even less likely now not to take life, or tomorrow, for granted. I appreciate the simple act of being able to brush my own teeth, to be able to brush my own hair (the few that still remain on my head). I appreciate the kindness, prayers, and support shown by my family, my friends, my customers, and even total strangers. Most people can be pretty amazing, given the opportunity to shine.
Who are you going to help today? How can you make the world slightly better for someone else through a random act of kindness. We all have been recipients of these from time to time. How will you give back? How will you show yourself worthy of the new day that was entrusted to you? Will you, like many of us, put is off until tomorrow. Will you assume, like many of us at various points in our lives, that we are entitled to tomorrow and cannot imagine that we will not be aroud to wake up ever day?
Join me, my friends. Let us each one of us resolve to share at least one smile with someone today, perhaps perform a random act of kindness, try to do something that will benefit someone without necessarily deriving a benefit for ourselves. One never knows when they might be the person on the other side of the equation, when we are the ones that need that lift, that smile, that warm feeling knowing that a total stranger did something kind for us.
I know that I never expected that other person to be me. Despite the physical and emotional pain of my circumstances, I find myself gratefule in many ways. This time in my life has allowed me to personally experience the good side of our society. My heartfelt thanks to each of you for your heartwarmiing kindness, calls, assistance, emails, inspiration, and your thoughts and your prayers. These, along with other factors, have helped provide me with the opportunity to reach inside myself and bring forth the wherewithall to continue to look for ways to help others despite my own physical limitations.
And for all of that, and to each of you, I am truly grateful.
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(By the way, If I’ve babbled, made spelling, grammatical, or punctuation errors, let’s agree to blame it on the meds and a lack of good quality REM sleep. Frankly, I am surprised that I stayed awake long enough and was able to type this out one-handed!)