Sometimes, like Tracy, you never realize what you’re burdened with, until the burden is lifted.
That’s particularly true for physical impairment.
How was I diagnosed as being near-sighted? Did I complain to my parents about how my vision was all blurry? Of course not. That’s all I knew.
It was my Mom constantly nagging me to get away from the TV (radiation poisoning, don’t you know), and my continuing to scoot back up next to it. And she finally asked the key question, “Why are you always sitting so close to the TV?”
“Because I can’t see from back there.”
It was perfectly natural. I had no idea that I should be able to see from back there, or that there was something wrong with me. I was coping, without realizing it.
There are a lot of folks who don’t go to the doctor for regular checkups. “I’m not sick,” they say. “Nothing’s wrong with me. Why go to the doctor?”
Because you never know when the status quo is sick, or impaired, or below where it should be.
Amen, brother.
*giving a big whoop….because I can now*
That was a really cool story, Tracy, and reminded me of my own. Good stuff (and good breathing!)