March will mark another anniversary of my last (and worst landing)in my airplane. I sure do miss that airplane. After my engine failed, I found myself in a glider with nowhere to go. You can read about my accident in my earlier stories. What I want to say here is that I’M STILL KICKING!!
I am so thankful that the Good Lord has blessed me with an awareness of all that I have to be grateful for. It has not always been easy to keep that in mind. Truthfully, in recent months, I have been in what has been probably the darkest place I’ve been since my accident. But rest assured that I am slowly kicking my way out of it and gratitude is my primary weapon.
Before my accident if you had asked me to write a gratitude list, it would have probably been a short list of my family and friends and gone quickly to all the things I have. You know what I’m talking about. The toys we accumulate-my cars, boats, airplane, four wheeler, guitars, etc.You get the picture. Don’t get me wrong. I am grateful for the toys in my life, but after many days in the ICU, months in rehab, and now years in a wheelchair-I have become keenly aware that those things do not deserve a place so high on my list. Much more deserving are all my relationships with the people in my life. Starting with my relationship with Christ as my savior, my family far and wide whether by blood, sweat, or tears, my friends old and new and the people that provide me assistance with my healthcare to name a few. Of course this does not even come close to covering them all. Every time I dry of after getting clean in my roll-in shower, I am reminded to be grateful for the volunteers that came together to remodel my house to make it more accessible. Some of these people I did not even know. I will never be able to say thank you enough or repay them or the members of my church family that chipped in and donated time and money to help me adapt to my new normal life. So I try to be worthy of their kindness and generosity by never forgetting to be grateful.
When I came home from rehab,after my accident,my neighborhood community had a fundraiser at the local volunteer fire department and the theme of it was “Still Kicking” based on something I said in one of my blogs during that time. One of my son’s classmates even had some bracelets made up that had it printed on them and my friends all wore them for a long time. Well,I haven’t seen a bracelet in quite a while and that’s okay. I am eternally grateful and“I’m Still Kicking!”
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