Better Days

TODAY: received a call- another death in the family- thinking about how life is so precious, and not to be taken for granted; officially discharged from Physical Therapy because after the battle, Aetna has said “no more- not medically necessary;” movies with a friend- asked two ladies sitting in the accessible front row if they wouldn’t mind moving so we could sit there- one willing to move, the other rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth and just sat looking at the screen…

How much longer will this go on? When will I pass this test? Will my strength last forever I wondered riding the bus home…counting the minutes ‘til my arrival just to break through the door and finally release what felt like gallons of emotion through tears built up since that 9:00am phone call.

Any other DAY I would handle any of these situations with poise but today I felt like a calamity of something indescribable. Where did Dr. King and the courageous civil rights leaders get the strength?

Can’t even look folks in the eye; 15 minutes to go…