Wednesday is the day when we stop and look at things from a different angle, right?
Well, I was having a battle with the bank again this morning
and getting my knickers in a twist again.
But then I remembered somebody who could help me.
A high ranking bank manager ? Nope.
An accountant ? Not at all.
There’s a lady I know who is in such a sorry state.
She is so desperately ill and her health is detoriating daily.
Does she craft for relief?
She can’t craft because her arms don’t work.
Neither do her legs.
In fact, she can’t feed herself
or drink, apart from through a straw.
Just before Christmas she fell out of her wheelchair
and smashed her head open.
Now it transpires that she also broke her leg in the fall,
which has to be in a cast for at least 3 months.
That brings with it a whole host of other terrible problems,
not least bed sores and pneumonia.
And we moaners moaned about having to put away the Christmas decorations, and the pine needles in the carpet and all the food that got wasted,
and back to work, and traffic…bla bla bla bla
The thing is, she is as bright as a button, sharp as a pin,
very very clever, and completely compos mentis.
She is also a beautiful woman.
Was a high city flyer before she became ill.
She’s younger than me. She’s got teenage kids.
So why am I telling you about this lady?
Well, she may not be able to use her legs or her feet anymore,
but she certainly gives me a kick up the arse every single day
since I met her.
Whenever I get overwhelmed, I think of her, because I know for sure she wishes she could be busy.
Whenever something doesn’t go the way I want it to, I think of her, because I don’t imagine she can even recall a time
when it went right.
Whenever I have a twinge in my back or neck,
I think of her and a voice in my head says
be grateful – be very, very grateful.
So I for one will not complain or stamp my feet
when things aren’t as I would like them.
If I ever have a tattoo done, it will read
Love & hugs,