A few days ago I saw the inside of a hospital from a wheelchair. A first for me, and definitely ‘enlightening’.
The way people look at you when you’re in a wheelchair. Some meet your eyes with concern, some with indifference, and the very worst, those who look away.
I realized I’m one of the lookers-away when I’m among the walkers.
I didn’t have much wrong with my leg (I hope, I’ve to wait for the tests though)…but for the first time I not only thought about but Realized what it is to not have the use of my legs and feet, those parts of my body I largely ignore other than the odd pedicure session, or the wearing of heeled shoes when in a dress.
I take my mobility for granted. I felt a chill at the thought of living without it.
This was a reminder to be grateful, I think, and to actually see the little things in life and celebrate them, to take nothing for granted, not my body, nor health, not even life.
For the last week, I’ve spent a lot of time simply being grateful.