A Case of the Mondays
Today I had a case of the mondays. Last week while my mother was visiting I thought it would be a great idea to invite her to watch an inter-unit volleyball game that I was playing on the base. Instead of woo-ing her with my digging and spiking abilities I decided to give her a tour of the Pembroke hospital as I proceeded to crack my ankle at the second point of the game! Ugh.
Through the humbling experience of a disability, my eyes are opened to the requirement for friends. I do not find it easy to ask another to do the simple things for me. Perhaps there is a lesson I could learn here in balance? Fortunately I am surrounded by people who know me well and laugh off my stubbornness while simply lending the helping hand I need. In some ways it would be easy to get very discouraged with the timing of this accident, but events as such do tend to shed light on the amount of support true friends give when one really needs it. It feels good to be backed up – and as I move into the unknown I certainly feel a backbone of support that otherwise I may have the tendency to question. A tired but genuine smile.