I was just tinkering around my blog when I came across this post. While I do remember this incident, it is just too easy to forget the lesson I inferred from that day. It was my starting over again day. The beginning of my new life. I didn’t know it then, but it was. My original post follows:
I borrowed part of that line from Don Moen’s song, “Thank you, Lord.” We sang that song at church last Sunday and I was reminded of the importance of giving the Lord credit for His many blessings in my life.
An online friend spoke of a “mirror of thanksgiving” but unfortunately our gratitude is often as opaque as a rock. The daily stress and strains of our lives have a way of speeding out of control and all too often coming to a cataclysmic crash.
How typical is it to forget about rejoicing in the present and only remembering to grumble because that guy in traffic cut you off or that lady at the grocery store bumped into you as she raced by? Sometimes, it seems that we have no reason to focus on the positive.
In the hospital and shortly after my brain hemorrhage when I thought that I could do nothing, I still remember the therapist that came into my room and showed me that I could cross my arms “Indian style.”
My left arm was drawn up at the elbow and totally immobile, but I was able to move my right arm. Because of that, I was still able to cross my arms like I always had.
I was so excited because I thought then that the life I had known had been taken away; it was not gone, merely modified.
For me, this was a gift given to me. My physical abilities had changed, but they were not completely gone. I went from being expected to die, to beginning to live again.
It was a change and change is always a good thing. Change is easier when it is done in small steps.
What I mean is that regaining my physical ability required much work. I wish I had been able to jump up and go on with my life, but that was not the case. It required daily therapy and continual exercise.
Twenty-five years later, those days of therapy at the rehabilitation hospital are only a distant memory.
But from each small step, we need to find a reason to be grateful. To focus on the positive is a choice that you must make for yourself. For me, it started with crossing my arms.
I never want to forget those days only because it reminds me of what I have to be thankful for today.
What’s your opinion? Please scroll down to the bottom of the page to leave a comment. I would love to hear from you.