|All these people have been helping me!|
|Rachael's friend Tyler was there to help when the accident happened, too! And he's always ready to help since then. Thanks Tyler!|
#2. Flowers, Brownies, and Kindness. I have received no less than 3 bouquets of flowers from kind neighbors who heard about my injury and wanted to bring me something to cheer me up! And 2 plates of brownies! How wonderful is that? Chocolate and Flowers! Nice. Very nice!
|Pretty Flowers from neighbors!|
|Brownies got eaten. I even stole this pic of an empty plate off the web. Sorry. ; )|
#3. Garden. My dear sister-in-law and nephew came down last week and put a garden in for me!!! I really wanted to have a little garden--maybe just a few tomatoes and squash and the like. Our backyard gets more sunlight since we cut down the big tree--and this year was going to be the year of the good garden. Until I couldn't do such things. But they came, cleared out the weeds, dug up the earth, and planted for me! Now that is true service! So kind! And it makes me so happy!
|All the weeds cleared and new plants put it! Thanks so much Dorothy and Sterling!!!|
#4. Memories and Empathy. My grandmother was crippled all of my young life. That's how I remember her. She used crutches or a wheelchair to get everywhere. The click of my crutches sound the same as hers did. The struggles she had getting dressed--I feel them myself now and it brings back memories of helping her. I think about her almost every day. Her deteriorated hip was, at the time, a permanent condition. I will get better. I think how brave she must have been. Year in and year out. I wonder if she had days of utter frustration. I'm sure she must have. My grown children stole my crutches to play with---the same as I did to her. It's a funny place to be. But I feel her love and understanding. And I understand more, too. I think of others I know with physical limitations. I think of the Boston bombing amputees. Empathy is a gift of suffering. A gift I cannot deny.
|My beautiful Grandma Pace with a cane--maybe two canes--to help hold her up for the picture.|
Four Good Things. Four is enough. Looking on the bright side of life isn't a numbers game. During a hardship, just thinking of one good thing can greatly alter your mood. I like to think that good things have more power than the bad. When I get grumpy again, I will refer back to this list. And probably add more to it!