Sunday, April 21, 2013
It’s been awhile since we’ve talked, and it hasn’t been of my own choosing; I’ve been on a little tour of hospitals and medical centers, lots of fun, but I’m home now, and that’s a blessing.
For a while there I wasn’t so sure that was going to be the case, and I was getting a little down. Lying awake at night in strange places, watching the horrific news of late unfolding in near real time on my little electronic portals to the world, it was pretty easy to get discouraged.
Some things I’ll just never understand, nor do I think I want to, but this I know; no matter how bad things get, you can’t get discouraged, and you can’t give up. You have to take things in stride and make the best of them, keeping in mind all of the good things in life and drawing hope and strength from them.
The beauty of a new spring, the love of your friends and family, the indomitable strength and spirit shown by the people touched by recent events, these are a few of the things I’ve chosen to draw hope from. Hope, love, determination and spirit; that’s some strong stuff.
Boston Strong. Wicked Strong.