Today marks nineteen weeks that I have been walking, and I am definitely seeing changes. Changes not only in my muscle structure in my lower body, but also in my balance, coordination, and strength. It seems that just when I forget how far I've come, I meet someone who puts me in my place without realizing it, and makes me remember how lucky I am.
Last night I met a family who is dealing with some big challenges. It made me realize that there are so many more people in this world who are dealing with so much worse than me, and it made me want to fight that much more, and that much harder, because I would feel like I'm taking advantage if I don't. How dare I slack off or want to sometimes give up when there are others who would give anything to be where I am right now.
I am in no way discrediting myself or my challenges, but it's nice sometimes to get thrown a little perspective. It also makes me feel good to know I give some people hope, just as others have given me. I know how hard it is to go through such a drastic, life-altering thing, and if I can give back in any way, it makes it all worth it. Paying it forward, that's what it's all about.
Elizabeth, if you're reading this, I don't know your details, I only know the little you told me, and the sadness and stress in your eyes. All I can tell you is to keep your chin up and keep fighting for both yourself, and your husband. You touched my heart with your determination and resolve, and I truly hope that you and your family can enjoy whatever time you have left with your husband; be it one day or twenty years! No one knows why life is full of such sorrow sometimes, but all we can know is how we choose to deal with it.
I will keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers, and don't be afraid to keep in touch!
Sometimes all we need to keep going is a little perspective!