I’m thankful that a good amount of the time I spend walking…I’m actually limping because my hip, knee, and/or ankle hurts
In 2005, even my very own doctors, the ones I trusted (and still do trust) with every inch of myself looked at me with sorrow in their eyes when they saw me in that hospital bed. In a hospital bed, unable to get up to even walk to the washroom that was less than 6 feet away. When I think about how pissed off I get when I have to take a pain killer just to be able to walk around for any extended period of time…I also think about that point in time when I couldn’t walk. Period.
I’m thankful that I’m near-sighted in one eye and far sighted in the other
I remember that day like it was yesterday, but it was actually a good 10 years ago. I was at the bus stop outside of my high school. School was done for the day and I was waiting for the bus so that I could go home. It was a sunny spring day so I held my jacket in my hand. Across the street was a newly opened burger joint called Hungry Harry’s (yummy).
“Hey Flow!” is what I heard. Someone was greeting me from across the street, right in front of Hungry Harry’s. I looked across the street…..and I saw nothing. All I saw was a white cloud. It was because of the sun. The sun….and the cataracts in both of my eyes. I smiled and waved back happilly, really having no idea who was greeting me because I couldn’t see them, but having a vague idea of where they were because of where I heard the greeting come from. Soon after, I had cataract removal surgery in one of my eyes, and then on the other one a short time afterwards. Because the lense of my eye needed to be cut open to remove the cataract…my eyes no longer have the ability to focus on their own. Strangely enough, it left me near sighted in one eye and far sighted in the other. The good news is, if a friend yells a greeting from across the street, I simply close my near-sighted eye, smile, and wave back to the friend who I can now see perfectly fine.
I’m thankful I got to see my big brother shed tears for me
I’m happy that I have a big, jagged scar on my stomach
I could go on and on, but I’ll leave that for another day. I guess my point is the fact that no matter who we are or what hand the game of live deals us…we’ll always have something to be upset about or resentful about. On the flip side, we’ll also always have something to be thankful about too.