Angels surrounded me

after I broke my femur

in a freak accident at home.

A neighbor who called 911,

the kind, cute EMTs who 

responded and took me

for my  first ambulance ride, 

the x-ray technicians who

encouraged me to curse

when they moved me,

and then asked “Is that all 

you’ve got?,” the operating 

room staff who said 

“We’ll take good care of you.” 

And of course family 

who gathered around,

whose presence helped 

me get through the

difficult days. More angels

came to visit, brought meals,

called, texted, and emailed

and visiting physical therapists

put me through those exercises

that are hard but necessary.

Life is so fragile. One misstep

can throw a wrench into your

life and cause your daily routine

to come to an absolute stop,

make you dependent on others

to eat, dress, and do what most

take for granted. I miss walking 

my dog, driving my car, hiking, 

yoga, pickleball, tai chi and 

gathering  with my women friends. 

But, I will recover.

What about those whose path has

no improvement, who have to put

up with daily frustrations until their

last day. Think about them and the

strength and patience they must

have to make it through each day.

Appreciate what courage and perseverance

it takes for them to live like that.

I am in awe.