I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.
I lost my Dad in 1981, but he is always with me. Every day of my life he is at my side and when I face days like I have had lately. Days when pain seems to want to take over every fiber of my being, I hear my fathers whisper, his pearls of wisdom and suddenly everything comes into focus.
That little ditty was one of my dads favorite...simply because it hit so close to home. As a young man he had to put news paper in his shoes because the holes in the bottoms were so big. he admits that he complained to God about being so poor and then one day he read that little ditty and the holes in his shoes no longer mattered.
I think he would want me to be grateful first that I have feet and then be grateful that I can feel the pain. I've spent a great deal of time with people who have little feeling in their bodies. Would probably love to feel the sensation of pain...any sensation is better then no feeling at all.
How grateful I am that I can still feel pain...that means my nerves are alive , I am alive...Silly me.
I know what has to be done...My Achilles tendon has to be detached , the bone polished and then the tendon reattached. I have to be willing to spend a year in physical therapy...something I am not willing to do. The tendinitis that is causing this pain at the moment will eventually subside..The condition will not simply go away, but the pain will so I will just wait it out...stay busy and be grateful not just for the pain...but for my fathers whispers........
