I can’t think of a catchy title…
so all you’ll get is this snazzy blog post.
Things have been progressing on the shoulder front quite nicely. I hesitate to even talk about it much anymore because although it is a big event in my little life, it pales in comparison to the tragedies others face. As I was mowing the lawn, (yes! mowing the lawn!) I thought about how fortunate I am to have all of my limbs and that this is such a short recovery and I will be as good as new, whereas others are just not that lucky. My thoughts turned towards soldiers who return home with mangled bodies and minds and it made me repent of my selfishness.
Physical therapy has brought a small taste of daily pain that is often times very difficult and tear filled, but again, nothing compared to someone who has to re-learn how to walk, or someone who now has to learn how to live the rest of their lives bound in a wheelchair.
So, I am trying to face each new day with humility and hope and thankfulness for the many, many blessings I have.
