|Sister's broken leg|
As I struggled with my morning-cold fingers to re-thread the black cord through a pair of pants, these words came to mind. How foolish of me, though, really. Fretting over these glitches is not the answer.
On Sunday, my sister, who is my mother's primary caregiver, was in an accident that left her in the hospital with the contraption pictured here on her right leg. Three months without putting any weight on it. Inconvenient? You bet! Does she have time for this? Weeeelll.
As Pollyanna-esque as it may sound, perhaps there is a gift here somewhere. Whether a misplaced cord or a broken leg, resisting what IS is certainly a waste of time. Ranting and other angry responses serve no purpose. So, what if, instead, the newly changed circumstance is a gift? Just a thought. Something to ponder.
William James said it well:"Be willing to have it so acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune."