I went to my daughter's soccer practice tonight after what has been a long few days. My legs and arms are sore (not sure why). It occurred to me as I was sitting there in the bleachers that I have just accepted the diagnosis of ECD and the long bone thickening it comes with without asking what the consequence will be. What does thickening of the long bones cause?
I panicked a little and started walking the track, not for exercise but because I could (even though it hurt). DawnMarie looked at me like I was going crazy for the first lap and then she asked what I was doing. I responded, "enjoying the privilege of walking"
Walking is a real privilege one that we enjoy without really thinking about it. As I walked slowly around the track I reflected on how many things we take for granted until we are faced with their loss. I had always taken my ability to walk for granted and while I don't think I will be giving up walking anytime soon, the potential to lose this ability that is so simple and yet such an important part of who I am as a person is a little freaky.
It occurs to me that even the most basic things we do are a privilege! Remember that the next time you take out the trash, drive your car, or hug your kids.
I panicked a little and started walking the track, not for exercise but because I could (even though it hurt). DawnMarie looked at me like I was going crazy for the first lap and then she asked what I was doing. I responded, "enjoying the privilege of walking"
Walking is a real privilege one that we enjoy without really thinking about it. As I walked slowly around the track I reflected on how many things we take for granted until we are faced with their loss. I had always taken my ability to walk for granted and while I don't think I will be giving up walking anytime soon, the potential to lose this ability that is so simple and yet such an important part of who I am as a person is a little freaky.
It occurs to me that even the most basic things we do are a privilege! Remember that the next time you take out the trash, drive your car, or hug your kids.
Walk on, Brad, walk on. Life is a privilege and reading about your experiences is a privilege.
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