Change of Plans

Today I was reminded of how fragile the human body is and how one second can change one’s plans. I rode my bike to the post office as I usually do but proceeded to fall instead of stopping conventionally. This was not one of the things on my “to do” list for today. Going to the post office was and so was sending the three letters which I had written to tell friends that they were in my thoughts. Next, I had planned to take my routine exercise ride along the bike path to the State Park and then go visit a friend, who has a husband at home on Hospice. Oh Well! I hit the ground hard on my left hip and felt the jolt run through my back to my right hip. A lovely couple came to my aid but I was very grateful to be able to rise from the ground on my own. They picked up my bike and offered to take me home but as I gained my composure, I knew that I could stand, move, and walk. I thanked them for their kindness and assured them that although hurting, I was OK. I continued my plan to mail my letters and was able to ride my bike home. Needless to say, I skipped the bike ride to the park and the visit to my friend. A finger on my left hand began to hurt and swell. My right hip, the one I did not fall on, was sore and throbbing. When I arrived home, I explained the incident to Richie. He gave me another reason to be upset after he could see that I had survived the fall. He asked me, “did you scratch your watch?” Now I was angry and ready to cry. I responded, “I hadn’t even thought about my watch!...., Priorities?” I know that he didn’t say it to be mean or insensitive, but I sure took it that way. This was not how my day was supposed to be going.

It is now a couple of hours later. My finger has been iced. It is swollen but I can move it. It is not broken. I am walking and moving with a sore hip. I sat resting in a chair for awhile. I lifted up a prayer of Thanksgiving to The Lord. I thanked Him for being with me, protecting me, and for beginning the healing process. I forgave Richie for what I perceived to be insensitivity and proceeded to be his helpmate by making us lunch. Verbalizing this to whoever wants to read and hear my story has also become very helpful and healing. Thank you all!

Love, Anna