"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Reflection on Two Years

~God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say "thank you?"
~William A. Ward

It's been two years today.

Two years since I woke up to find my parents out of it. Unable to wake them. Two years since I rode in an ambulance, went to the ER, had hyperbaric treatments, and wished they'd let me see my mom.

That Tuesday morning, January 20, 2009, started a very long week of my life. Of sitting in a hospital waiting room 15 hours a day, getting no rest, praying constantly, and watching my family go through it all.

By the way, President Obama has now been in office two years. As of today. Yes, I know this.

It's a very long story. And since all my followers actually know me and know the story, I won't take a very long blog post and explain it. It's more, that reflecting on it two years later... I am so thankful that everything turned out the way it did. There were so many tender mercies that week. I know my Heavenly Father was watching over us.

I was thinking today-instead of paying attention in French-how it's been 700 and something days. How I've lived that many days longer than maybe I would have. And how much has happened to me since then. That my parents and my brother lived that much longer. The last few years on New Year's Eve I've reflected on all I'd done that year. Everything I'd accomplished, everywhere I'd gone, the people I'd met, the lessons I'd learned, and on and on.

And I think that now and for the rest of my life I will reflect on this day, January 20th, how grateful I am for all that's happened in those years.

Yes, I do have focus problems. Haha, maybe they can't all be blamed on CO poisoning. To be honest, I didn't even feel any symptoms. But I was affected. And every time I loose focus for no apparent reason I think about that week. It gives me a chance to be grateful.

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