I walk the line

i am walking a line however it's not always a straight line..but no boot...it's been almost eight weeks. I asked a dr friend last night about my time to heal and with a grin he said three more months...so i took him off my Christmas list for next year . I am happily at the YMCA in the handicapped locker room and doing machines the old people use. Today I am buying new tennis shoes, finishing cleaning the shop and maybe rake some more lawn. Being outside feels as if a prison sentence has been lifted. I still walk funny, I still hurt and it's awkward but it feels stronger the more I do.  People still cut me off, and the respect doesn't exist without the boot and crutches but it's the cross I will bear gladly. My perspective on how to treat people with a handicap has changed, the realization that even though I needed things done for me, what I needed was friendship and what I found is people were willing to do things but not stay to visit. I discovered the ones who stepped to help were not the ones I expected. So I will strive to be the unexpected blessing to others..... And in the midst of it I made a trip to Boston that totally blessed my heart far beyond what I thought; I was going to speak..God had me go to get refueled... I love my God....