From the depths of my cold and a low INR, I rise to say this — and only this:
My friends bless me every day with their lives. I won’t embarrass them by naming them. However, I ask myself: How can I express any complaint, when I can just as easily name a dozen folks who reach their hands out to catch me every time I stumble in life?
That is the joy which I set out to find on this journey. I might not always remember the wonder of the kind word, the soft smile, the quiet repose of a listening ear, and the comfort of a shoulder on which to rest my head.
However, I am thinking of them now. Gratitude flows through me. You know who you are. Each of you. Thank you.
It’s the tenth day of the thirty-eighth month of My Year Without Complaining. My body craves rest; my heart flutters and sends the monitor racing; I cough and sneeze. Every inch of me cries for sleep.
But I’m not complaining.