The other day I was coming back from the gym and was waiting at a light for a man to cross the street. He was struggling, he was handicapped. We all have times throughout our lives where we feel sorry for ourselves, that day I stopped.
As I watched the gentleman struggle across the street, I thought to myself, my life is good, I am blessed. I can go to the gym, I can run, walk, skip, drive a car, make a meal, read a book and type a blog that no one reads, but I can do it. I have wonderful people in my life who are there to help me when I need it. Did this man? Did he have a mother who loved him, or loved ones to help him?
I watched him struggle to the other side of the street, it took him longer than the light allowed, but he made it, all by himself. Do I have that in me? At that moment I realized, he was stronger than me. I knew nothing about him except what I could see. I don’t know his past, if he was born with his handicap or if it was the cause of an accident.
From that moment I decided to stop being the victim of my own circumstance. I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes it’s hard for me to see it, but it’s there. Does this man have a light.
I was moved by his persistence. That day I learned patience and kindness, both things that I thought I had in me, but realized I didn’t.
I probably will never see him again and that’s OK because he taught me a lot that day. I am blessed.
I love that you blog, and I've been thinking about doing it lately also! YAY!!
When are you going to start your running blog? I'm following it, but you haven't written anything?!?!?!?!