laughingPosted: July 24, 2012
I’ve been bucked off a horse, crashed my bicycle, been tackled so hard it knocked snot on my cheek, and had cancer surgery. But of all the blows that have landed and knocked me woozy or down, the ones that hurt most were always of the heart.
You get back on the horse, ( if you can catch the darn thing ), dust off your bike and clean out the scraped skin as best you can, jump up and run to position while secretly checking all your limbs are attached in rugby, defy cancer. But when it comes to the heart, you just need to keep loving.
If I have learned nothing else, shake your head while smiling wryly, and laugh quietly at yourself.