The Gift of Time

On August 10th, I was on a camping trip in the mountains of North Carolina. On the last night of our vacation, I tripped over a lip in the tent we use to cover our picnic table. Immediately, I knew that something was wrong. The next day an ex-ray revealed the damage. I was told that I would need surgery. But the worse was that I would be unable to bear any weight for six to eight weeks.

I had retired in my mid-fifties from a career in special education and still felt good. I hardly ever sat down during the day and just the thought of being housebound for weeks on end frightened me more than the actual damage to my foot.

It has been four weeks and with surgery behind me, I’m looking ahead to the days of recovery and what it entails. But for now, I am still bound to my house and unable to go beyond the floor I occupy. Thankfully, I have a wonderful husband who has been willing to meet my every need. My grown daughter left yesterday after being here through some rough days and Vern and Bee, my French Bulldogs have been very attentive.

But as I reflect back over the last month, my fondest memories will be of the visitors that have walked through the door and plopped down on a chair or my sofa. People that have pushed through the awkward feelings of how to deal with someone who is damaged or sick. People who have interrupted their own lives and given me the gift of their time.

If I have learned anything from this journey, it’s to make sure I don’t forget the people in my life that might need the gift of time. Since I can’t leave my house, I’ve tried to call, text, and email friends and family who come to mind. But once I’m able to get back on my feet, I hope that I’ll remember how I felt when a friend’s smiling face came bopping into my house.

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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