Joy comes in the morning...



I am so thankful for each sunrise as I have another day to conquer this world filled with hatred and anger, sadness and despair.

So many people wander through each day suffering with such agony and pain.

The last week for us has been one that most would succumb and swim into a sea of self pity and woe-ing, thrashing in the waves and drowning out the spirits of those around them.

In an instant, everything stopped.

It was only a step. 3 inches tall.

Enough though, to take her down, grossly twist her leg behind her and with a nauseating crack.

Eveything stopped.

It was evident that the leg was broken, the severity revealed in surgery the next morning.

Everything stopped.

The first week of November, plans are underway for the grandest of holiday festivities. This year she had a plan, all mapped out and organized, ready to begin tomorrow. She would be ready by Christmas Eve.

Everything stopped.

A new venture had just begun, something she had dreamed of becoming a reality and those in charge noticing her committment.

Everything stopped.

The young one, ready to begin her dream. Training with an Olympic star.

Everything stopped.

The classes, the students, the show.

Everything stopped.

Everything stopped, except... the Joy.

In an instant, my leg snapped... faster than I can snap my finger.

The pace of this week has raced by and the changes to our life as we knew it as well.
Everything we knew, everyting we planned: stopped.

No longer able to drive, or walk or stand erect.

It will be at least eight weeks they tell me. For some, this could be devastating. For me... opportunity!!

When asked what happen I decided telling a tale was more fun.
The true story was so weak...

The ones that got the biggest reactions - oh some people are so gullible...

I was skydiving and landed wrong...

I went skiing - it was rough with no snow...
I tried to water ski on Lake Minnetonka with a snowmobile pulling my skis...
I was doing a cartwheel...
I was doing the Lindy Hop...

Falling down stairs -- just sounds like it hurt.

Somehow the Joy permeated from my hospital room, every nurse had to make a trip in to meet me. Here I was, with the prospect of the next eight weeks - right before the holidays - being spent with a walker and a wheelchair... and I was trying to make everyone else feel good... that is what Joy does.

Joy and strong painkillers...