Life is Good
As I sit here keeping my small screaming child from blowing a gasket while mama is in the shower, I feel a great deal of pity for myself. I can't walk without a gimp thanks to a broken ankle, I should be in bed sleeping peacefully, and most of all I should have enjoyed a cold Dew before retiring for the night. My poor ankle got broke a couple weeks ago when, like a dummy, I thought I was young and strong again and was playing a game with my siblings. My "little" sister turned 18 and we were celebrating the over-the -hump period in her life by running around like mad monkeys in the Sahara. I stepped into a large pit on a dead run and something went snap, crackle, or otherwise popped inside my ankle. It's broke and I limp around in a splint. As I think about it with the wisdom that my age will bring, I realize that I am actually quite lucky. I could be pushing up toadstools and algae, I could have 2 broken feet, I could be out in the thunderstorm looking for a place to sleep, or I could even be dead. I have light from an electric bulb, I'm warm (or cool) and dry, I have a place to live, a car to drive, a family to love me, and even a computer with internet access. I have a good job and no needs. God is so good to us, and here I sit complaining about my sad, miserable life. What a concept. He sent his son to suffer and die the cruelest death known to man so we could live our care free cushy life and still have a better place to go when we die. Sure makes our problems look pretty small, don't it?
As I sit here keeping my small screaming child from blowing a gasket while mama is in the shower, I feel a great deal of pity for myself. I can't walk without a gimp thanks to a broken ankle, I should be in bed sleeping peacefully, and most of all I should have enjoyed a cold Dew before retiring for the night. My poor ankle got broke a couple weeks ago when, like a dummy, I thought I was young and strong again and was playing a game with my siblings. My "little" sister turned 18 and we were celebrating the over-the -hump period in her life by running around like mad monkeys in the Sahara. I stepped into a large pit on a dead run and something went snap, crackle, or otherwise popped inside my ankle. It's broke and I limp around in a splint. As I think about it with the wisdom that my age will bring, I realize that I am actually quite lucky. I could be pushing up toadstools and algae, I could have 2 broken feet, I could be out in the thunderstorm looking for a place to sleep, or I could even be dead. I have light from an electric bulb, I'm warm (or cool) and dry, I have a place to live, a car to drive, a family to love me, and even a computer with internet access. I have a good job and no needs. God is so good to us, and here I sit complaining about my sad, miserable life. What a concept. He sent his son to suffer and die the cruelest death known to man so we could live our care free cushy life and still have a better place to go when we die. Sure makes our problems look pretty small, don't it?
posted by Amos at 9:04 PM
1 Comments:
Hey Man!
Here is a suggestion...Next time, try freezing the part of your anatomy that you want to break off first. Things usually break off better that way. Heck, if you had done that with your foot, you probably wouldn't have had to worry about the splints! Then you would have been a true Jumping Bean :)You should try my suggestion this winter while you guys are snowmobiling. That seems to be a popular time to break things, whether it be biological or mechanical. Hope life is going good for you!
God Bless
Nathanael R.
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