Been thinking about this encounter for a while now and thought I would finally share. I walk every day in my neighborhood. Five miles. Since I’d been really ill, it was the only way I could begin to get my strength back. I came to know my neighbors better and it helped not only physically but emotionally and mentally too. One day I was on my usual route and spotted this older gentleman walking his little dog. I always talk to the dogs because they usually walk right up to me. They know I like them. The owners may engage with me, or may just watch me interacting with their “kids” As I got closer, the little guy was on his leash, sniffing around intrigued by everything, wagging his tail and looking at everything and everybody. He was however, not a normal dog. He was walking around with the aid of a cart under his hind legs. He was using his front legs and wheels as his means of locomotion. but not seemingly troubled by it in the least. I looked up at the guy walking him and asked, “oh, what happened to him?” The guy replied, “ he’s a rescue that was going to be put down after he was in a car accident with his owner. I’m fostering him because I just couldn’t let that happen.” The guys next words though were the ones that impacted me the most. “This little guy isn’t troubled by his disability at all” , he said. “He still loves to get out here, eats really well, and just enjoys his life without skipping a beat.” Well, it was a big lesson for me. I have to admit feeling more than a little sorry for myself sometimes. Kind of felt it was God talking to me about changing my perspective and decided that I would enjoy life as it came, no matter what. Even though I am supposedly a human who exists on another level, at least we seem to think so, this little guy was a symbol to me. Life, no matter how it happens to you, can still be a place of curiosity, and joy, and love. Period. Nothing more to say.
How could I ..the story tells it all.