My favorite day

“What day is it?” asked Pooh. (walking with Piglet in the Woods)
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.

These words by Winnie the Pooh and Piglet hold a loving and childlike innocence we can all strive for.

If we look at each new day as our favorite day, we would be able to see the blessings that might be hidden during times of crisis or trial.

I have had multiple sclerosis (MS) for years. In the last about eight years, falling with serious consequences became my new reality. I have broken an arm and dislocated a shoulder while falling down the basement steps, broken both my wrists, twisted an ankle and cut my head needing stitches.

You are thinking now that I should be more careful, right? None of these accidents were caused by being careless but by my body not reacting as it might otherwise. The MS does to my brain some odd things making my body think it’s down when it’s up, among other things. But I have taken new precautions trying to be smarter than my body’s reactions to MS.

Eight years ago, when I fell down the stairs, we were new, by about 10 days, in our home. When the squad arrived, a neighbor, Barb, came and asked how she could help. She knew my husband was at work. Barb called him and cared for my dogs all day. As I was being wheeled out on a gurney. she held my little dog up so we could see each other.

That day started a fast friendship. About a week later, she gave me a tea at our home so I wouldn’t have to go out in the snow. That began our yearly neighborhood ladies’ gathering, still going strong today.

That was a good day.

My advice would be to look for these hidden blessings when the gloom appears (think of Eeyore in the Winnie the Pooh books). They are there but it might take the 20/20 hindsight to see it clearly later. But it still counts.

Today might not be your favorite day but it can be because you woke up.

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