Thursday, November 17, 2011

Scratching my nose...

 The ability to scratch my nose
is what I’m thankful for today.
Also the ability
to rub my forehead,
stroke my chin,
comb my hair,
clap my hands,
wiggle my toes,
walk, etc., etc., etc. 

Several years ago I saw an interview with Christopher Reeve after he’d been paralyzed from that riding accident.   He talked about missing terribly the ability to do the simple things like scratch his nose when it itched. 
 Gee, I thought, "I'm so fortunate."
I’m able to write and type and drive and sit and stand, and well, I can do a lot of things.   

Oh, and I can breathe.  Christopher couldn’t even breathe on his own.   And then, of course, he died.

I don't ever want to take for granted the seemingly simple things I can do.

This makes me think of the two summers I spent as a
camp counselor in Kerrville, TX, when I was 19 and 20.
(Yes, that was the actual name.)

(I'll tell about that on my next post, okay?)
(It changed my life.)

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