Humility

“Down” was not a suggestion that I scrap my knee scooter and crutches and crawl in the dark to prevent a midnight fall. Bunyan meant something different.

But it works both ways.

My newly splinted, post-operative foot will not take the least bit of weight. I rely on my left foot more than ever. For months, I’ve been driving with it. I hop on it like a one-legged Kanga and balance on it while I wash dishes and brush my teeth. 

But since my (first) Achilles rupture this spring, I’ve heard about too many double ruptures and torn ligaments to try to hop in the middle of the night.

So my knees are elephant’s and my palms are tough paws. But that’s okay. 

Because “he that is down needs fear no fall.”