Opening My Eyes

As I pulled into the drive thru at BofA today, I caught a glimpse of a man in a motorized wheelchair on the side of the road.  He was leaning forward trying to velcro a strap around his legs in order to lift them onto the footrest so he could move forward.  I quickly put my car in reverse and jumped out to give him a hand.

"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....