I limp. I limp a lot. And shuffle. And kind of hobble. My patio-furniture friend absolutely had to have seen this in the moments before I plopped down on an inviting chair.
He asked if I was okay. I told him I was struggling a little, that I had Rheumatoid Arthritis and it was kicking my proverbial teeth in.
My new BFF nodded sagely. "I have arthritis," he said. "Old people arthritis. Makes life tough."
"Yes, it does." I motioned to my tired, pained body taking a rest after only a few minutes of shopping. "And, clearly, today the arthritis won."
He leaned forward on his patio chair. His kind eyes met mine. "Sweetie," he said. "Any day you get out of bed, you win."
Today, my sage friend, wherever you may be, I won.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.--Henri Nouwen