A couple weeks ago I slammed my toe into a large box of laundry soap when I was rushing to get into the shower. The toe ended up perpendicular to the rest of my toes. It looked pretty surreal. Knowing it was probably out of alignment I quickly pulled it up out of the socket and back into place. A short shower later I hobbled out to the freezer, grabbed a bag of frozen vegetables and planted my poor foot up above my heart wrapped in a bag of frozen corn. It’s been hurting ever since. So yesterday I finally went to get it checked out because it was still swollen, bruised and hurt like heck. I just wanted to be sure that it wasn’t healing out of alignment. Turns out it is broken and its situated correctly to do its healing. All I need to do, besides take care of it, is tape it to the healthy toes next to it. Actually, these days they use a dandy little Velcro thingymabobber.
So, this morning I am thinking about how grateful I am that there is a healthy toe or two next to my broken one. And, because pretty much everything is symbolic, I am also thinking about the people in my life who allow me to buddy tape myself to them when I need to heal.
I’ve noticed that the healthy toes get a bit irritated at the closeness. Still, they let themselves be the steady. Gosh, I’m grateful for a few healthy toes.
And I sure feel blessed by more than a few healthy people who hold me close when I need them.
