"I really don't know what else can go wrong."

I was saying this to myself quite a bit in the last few weeks, as I have been dealing with a number of stressors, any one of which could send me over the brink if just the slightest thing tips the balance. I had been coping with a sense of doom, waiting for some calamity to happen.

This weekend I lost my footing in the shower and struggled for a few seconds in what, if replayed on U-Tube, would probably be an hilarious attempt to stay upright, and lost, thinking all the while on the way down, This is it, I'm going to break my neck. Instead, I pulled down the shower curtain and rod, which fell upon and broke an eighty year old tile in my bathroom, one that holds up a towel rod.

When I regained my composure, I examined the severed ceramic bracket and realized how much better I felt. I hope the gods have been appeased!

None of my stressors have actually gone away. It's just that it snapped me into recognition once again of how fortunate I really am, and I try to be thankful for it despite the setbacks, nay, even FOR the setbacks.

None of this compares to your daughter's close call, and I trust she will get the care necessary to be restored to complete health.

See? Already you are starting to regain your footing.

Regards,
Rex.