The Sweetest Man

I just watched the movie "2012", scene after scene of the earth crumbling into the depths, and wave after wave of destruction sweeping everything and taking all that was standing to ruin. This is how it feels to be in the hospital for any length of time. I have been out for about 5 days now, and I am getting back up out of bed enough to look at the damage around me. The bills have piled up, cleaning is waiting for me, little things that I said I would get done are now demanding that I do them NOW ... laundry ... dishes -- these things just don't wait for me while I am gone or too unwell to do them. My life feels like ruins right now.

And my gut tells me to just lay back down and let it all pile up more - what's the point when I will just be sick again tomorrow?

And I would listen to my gut ... I would listen, if it weren't for one little thing: in the midst of the earthquake, the tidal wave ... peeking up above the rubble of my life I see the form of the sweetest man on earth - my Husband. And because of him, I must go on. I refuse to give up and quit. I will fight to get back on top of life - of this ride that keeps going and never gives me a break. He gives me more than enough reason to live.

So, I pick myself up - I struggle to swim through the debris, and make it through another day ...

Maybe tomorrow the storm will stop ...