On Being Thankful

If you don’t follow me on Facebook, where I’ve spent a considerable amount of time the last fews days, you may not know that I had a close encounter with an Italian taxi/limo while on a school trip last week.  I was hit and thrown to the ground and my foot was run over.  Three bones are broken and it is likely I will need surgery to repair them (will know in a couple of weeks).  It could be worse, for sure, and I’m thankful to have my injuries relatively contained.

As a popular song notes, “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” I’ve recognized very acutely what it’s like not being able to move freely.  I have a new appreciation for just being able to walk across the room to get a glass of water.  I’m strapped into a boot and am using crutches to get around. I can’t go up or down stairs.  I can’t move around and carry things. I’ve also become keenly aware of how unfriendly many places (and people) are to those with mobility issues.  Aisles are too narrow. There are curbs in the way or doors don’t open properly.

And people aren’t so good at helping those with disabilities either.  I’ve been surprised by how many people don’t get out of the way or open a door or ignore the fact that yes, you really are in line.  I’m not saying anything that those with permanent mobility issues don’t already know.  We kind of suck at being human sometimes.

Yesterday’s holiday went off without a hitch, thanks to my family.  Everyone pitched in to cook.  I am thankful to have loved ones around to help and take care of me in my new invalid situation. So many people don’t have that.  I feel like such an independent person that I often don’t realize how much support we all need and receive without even asking.  My colleagues on the trip pitched in in so many ways like the professionals they are.  And I kept feeling guilty for creating a burden, but I know I would have done the same thing.

So I am thankful for so many things.  For my health and life.  For the people around me who support me in so many ways big and small.  For my family, who are taking care of me with good spirit.  When I get back to being mobile, I feel like not just giving back to my family and friends, but elsewhere. On Black Friday, while others are out shopping for things they don’t really need, I’m thinking about all the non-consumer things I already have, how there is nothing I really need, how lucky I truly am, how there are other out there who are not so lucky, and how I might be able to help.

3 Replies to “On Being Thankful”

  1. Ykes! I’d missed this. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that your situation doesn’t require complicated further treatment. It sounds bad enough. As you note, it also reveals how poorly the world deals with disability of many sorts.

    I’m glad that you had family to rally around for the festive day. Heal and prosper!

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