It is amazing how much we take for granted until something bad happens to us, and all of a sudden the reality of how fragile we are comes crashing down all around us like the collapse of a large building with us in the middle of the debris.� It is the simplest things we never stop to be thankful for.� Maybe that is for the best, for it would make living more difficult if we were always worried about all of those little things that should just work.
Take the sense of touch, for example.� Does anyone ever stop and say, "Wow, this is a truly amazing sensation, and I am so thankful for it."� Does anyone really think about the difficulties one would face if that sense was taken away?� Obsessing over all the little things is not what I suggest, but maybe a simple reflection on how wonderous our complicated bodies are would do people some good.
I know what the loss is like.� I have lost a lot over the last few years that I may never get back.� The weight of that loss threatens to overwhelm me daily, and I look back on my short life now and wish I had been a little more thankful for what I had, before I lost it.� If I had done that, perhaps I would not be as frozen as I am today.
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