I love this post, have been contemplating it for a few days, and want to share with you now. I know sometimes I have a fear of not being whole, of being broken, but really, all that we go through makes us stronger… thank you El, for such a lovely new lens for me to view life through. ❤
I glance at my ankle and rub my fingers over the protruding bones. Two cuts divide the front of my lower tibia from the crowded bone depot where the ligaments and the tendons wrap and curl from the lower tibia to the 26 bones that make up my right foot. Last Thursday a closet door tipped over and slammed into my ankle. The swelling from the collision of wood and foot has gone down and the bruising has changed from blue to green and now to yellow. I smile and rub the scar that runs between the two scrape-cuts.
The scar takes me back to a time many years ago when I fell in the rain and fractured that bone in two places. When I fell, I dropped like a pile of bricks and I knew without a moment’s doubt that I wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Adrenaline coursed through…
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