Some falls are painful. Some may leave a scar. Others are emotionally painful. Such is the fall my dad experienced today. Although it left him a little bruised and with 5 stitches over his eye, for a moment it felt like a punch in the gut, to all of us.
This morning dad was sweeping the walkway in front of the house when he decided to get out the hose and clean it a bit more diligently. Unfortunately, somehow he stumbled over the hose and fell forward, breaking his glasses. Poor dad. Mom and Jen were in the midst of preparing the house to be shown by a realtor, but had to spend the morning in urgent care instead. He is doing well, not in too much discomfort and is getting new glasses this week. Needless to say, it was a reminder that he still has a long way to go. (This was the second fall since he's been home from the hospital.)
We each have our faults, our weaknesses, our shortcomings. But we each also have the ability to affect how we behave and react. I may not be able to control the fact that my dad suffers from this horrible disease, but I can control today, what choices I can make today to help make his life better and my family's life better. If I say that the situation is dire, too stressful, depressing, then I will react accordingly and it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. But if I choose to see the good, as convoluted as it may seem to be at times, then I can press on.
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