A WALK IN MY SHOES.... Years ago I began a blog but then stopped updating it due to the fact that I had the opportunity to become a columnist and share my life through a weekly column in a local newspaper. As a retiree, I still feel the need to share. This journal has been resurrected as an outlet, a replacement to my column which was called A Walk in My Shoes, to share my life and in many cases, to simply say what people are thinking but are afraid to say.
Monday, October 28, 2019
Sometimes life throws you curve balls - March 26, 2012 Article - South Dade News Leader
I don’t know about you, but my life is like a baseball game and I’m constantly thrown curve balls. Everything will be going smoothly and then all of a sudden, boom! I’m thrown a curve ball. I swing and miss as another thing happens that I just was not ready to experience.
I’ve learned over the years that there are physical, financial and emotional strikes. Lately, life has left me wondering when I will ever hit a home run.
It all started last month with the physical strike of emergency gall bladder surgery. Not fun and certainly unplanned in all aspects. I missed work and was frustrated by the time it took me to recuperate. Strike one.
This month I lost a crown on a tooth. Not only did I lose the crown, I broke the tooth as well. Because this tooth is in the front, I have two choices; have an implant or look like Minnie Pearl for the rest of my life. I’m not vain, but the beauty fairy wasn’t extremely kind to me so yesterday I started the process of having an implant. Strike two.
Here I am now standing at home plate, up at bat, waiting to take a swing. My two physical strikes have been financial strikes at the same time. Insurance covered most of the surgery bill, but I have several thousands to pay on my own. I don’t have dental insurance so I have several thousands to pay there also. I think I’m going to cry foul ball.
All things considering, I am counting my blessings right now. I have not recently been hit with what I feel is the most costly strike of all; the emotional strike. Things like death, serious illness or divorce are more costly than any bill I may have to pay or any scar that needs to heal. Yes, I’m thankful I have not had any emotional strikes lately.
Life is definitely a baseball game. Oh, I’ll survive the curve balls being thrown at me. I’ll survive the foul balls I hit.
Last week, I told my husband that I worry that he is going to decide that it is no longer “cheaper to keep her!” He thought about it for a few seconds then said I’m a keeper so, no matter how many strikes or foul balls I hit, I’m still on the winning team.
Play ball.
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