Coming up on 7 months post op.
I feel grateful and revived.
Thanks to my surgeon and the Bonesmart way, my recovery is remarkable in my estimation.
My ailing father is retiring this week and though I hadn't counted on a career at the local food bank, I am managing it almost single handedly with little support from an ambivalent board of directors. The people who express their gratitude for our existence is the only thing that keeps me there honestly, it sure ain't the money!
As the holidays approach, I daily remind myself that even though along with the thankful folks, there are the ungrateful ones, the slothful ones, the leeches who come out to suck the resources from the truly needy and the ones that are in need mostly due to their own poor choices and vices.
Do we not help those who suffer even if they play there own part in it?
Do we find joy in seeing people "get what they deserve"?
It is hard to reset everyday and not become jaded when you deal with it day in and day out.
But I see it happen to many that have had a part in our charity and other organizations.
Pray I never lose sight of the mission due to the many uncomfortable examples of humanity.
Pray I don't get so jaded or full of my own righteousness that I do not serve with joy at the opportunity to do so, rather than a sense of responsibility.
Pray that these hips carry me through and when all is not perfect...I can remember how far I've come.