Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Blessed

The other day I was coming back from the gym and was waiting at a light for a man to cross the street. He was struggling, he was handicapped. We all have times throughout our lives where we feel sorry for ourselves, that day I stopped.

As I watched the gentleman struggle across the street, I thought to myself, my life is good, I am blessed. I can go to the gym, I can run, walk, skip, drive a car, make a meal, read a book and type a blog that no one reads, but I can do it. I have wonderful people in my life who are there to help me when I need it. Did this man? Did he have a mother who loved him, or loved ones to help him?

I watched him struggle to the other side of the street, it took him longer than the light allowed, but he made it, all by himself. Do I have that in me? At that moment I realized, he was stronger than me. I knew nothing about him except what I could see. I don't know his past, if he was born with his handicap or if it was the cause of an accident.

From that moment I decided to stop being the victim of my own circumstance. I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes it's hard for me to see it, but it's there. Does this man have a light.

I was moved by his persistence. That day I learned patience and kindness, both things that I thought I had in me, but realized I didn't.

I probably will never see him again and that's OK because he taught me a lot that day. I am blessed.

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