"Can I help you out?" I asked.
"I wouldn't feel bad if you did," he replied.
So I got him all fixed up and the gentleman was on his way.
As I circled back into the bank line, I was overcome with gratitude. Sometimes chance encounters like these are the best reminders of the blessings of a healthy body.
The 2010 Olympics have put on an awesome display of athletic prowess and physical finesse. I am mesmerized by Bode Miller, Apolo Ohno, and Shawn White -- the way they have mastered their sport and achieved perfection. I love the biathlon, the skicross, the sound of the cowbell and anything narrated by Al Michaels. I love watching the cross country skiers fall to the ground as they cross the finish line in complete exhaustion.
But it took a man in a wheelchair to make me truly appreciate the gift of health. Running is the only drug I need for my soul. A long swim in the pool is the best elixir for pain. I can tie my shoes, reach for an orange in my trees, and open a tight lid on a jar. I am one of the lucky ones.
Thanks for that reminder, Mister.
Appreciate the view....