Saturday, January 19, 2008

The Best Tool in the Garden

The best tool is observation. If I had been a little more observant I would have seen the soaker hose. My boot would not have caught under it. Instead I flipped forward onto the sidewalk and bounced in to the street. Fortunately, I did not hit my head. I kept my wits and rolled back to the curb.

A very nice young man stopped his truck to help. Next on the scene was my neighbor, Chuck Price, who heard the Good Samaritan’s call for help. My husband heard the commotion and was right behind him.

My arm is broken. But not my spirit. It will take a little getting used to.Right now, even typing this short entry is difficult. So from the awkwardness and pain, I will receive lessons in prioritization.

Within the week I expect to adapt. This is an opportunity to catch up on reading. And an opportunity to really thank the Lord for my many, many blessings.

This is just a temporary inconvenience.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Bless you, my friend! I do love your bright and cheery outlook, especially while you are in pain! In reading your description of the accident I am also thankful you didn't hit your head and that the young man was passing by! Wow! Imagine! What great timing! The Lord works in mysterious ways!
Take care and have many hours of good reading! I hope since you took/and take such great care of Mr. Gerry that he will take terrific care of you!! How's his cooking??
Hugs to you both! XOXO Trisha