Good Deeds

I'm now at the halfway point, I hope. PT went well. But I'm tired today, I'm so over this—the crutches. Is this normal, I ask Dr. Seattle, weary at the halfway mark, feeling done, finished, over it? You are right on track, or something to that effect. Good to know, seriously.

Last week I washed three loads of laundry at The Missing Sock, pretty much with a smile on my face. Today, well, one load was a pain, everywhere—in my left arm, my head, and my butt. I pray blessings on the one who assisted me with getting clothes and detergent into the building. And for the one who helped me get everything back in my car. Gracious, lovely people, right on time when assistance was most needed.

Mercy was extended as I drove like a bat out of hell around the grocery store. I've noticed many people do not want to make eye contact with drivers of help-me carts. What are they really called anyway? And then there are those, I'm surprised at how many, who offer their story, young whippersnappers. They offer assistance in the frozen food section. One tells me she wrecked her cart, be careful. I laughed out loud. Seems I passed her and her child at every turn. We smiled knowingly each time we passed one another. She might have been waiting to call security to help me, end-caps destroyed. Alas, I left the store intact. 

My neighbor walked out to my car when I arrived home. I have a bunch of crap, I tell him. With a smile he totes everything upstairs for me. Then he tells me to take my time getting upstairs, I have plenty of time, he then returns to his place. 

So many acts of kindness I'm too tired to write about tonight, but all is well, people are good, really good. Have I said generous? Yeah, that too. 

I received this photo from my Texas friend. She knows me, well. Thank you Texas. 

Perspective and attitude always matter.