We Can All Use A Hand Up

The Pegasys combination treatment is going well.  The nausea has toned down some and I am certainly grateful I am not consuming such a high volume of fat throughout the day.  The headaches have increased though and I am experiencing shaking and weakness.  Yesterday, I spoke to my doctor about this when I went for my other treatment shot.  He is going to monitor this to make sure I am not experiencing hypoglycemia. I now have 3 different rashes and am on 2 different creams to help clear them up.

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Last Saturday as I was cooking in my kitchen I had a clear view of a young boy about 5 years old practicing riding his bike.  There he was in his bright colored helmet.  It looked like a medicine ball sitting on his shoulders and clearly had some weight to it. He struggled to maintain balance with his head, his upper torso and his bike while he traveled up and down the sidewalk. His little body wobbled like a weeble on top of the two wheeler.

Next thing I know - he fell on the pavement.  The bike was on top of him and he was struggling to keep his head up off the ground.

To the rescue comes another little lad I recognize to be his younger brother, who by the way is about 4 yrs. old.  He raced over to his bro, placed his hand on his brother's upper back while leaning in to assess the situation. He carefully helped his brother up, squatted down and brushed the gravel off his brother's legs. He gently took his injured brother's hand and strategically placed it in his own with such purpose. Then he bent over and attempted to stand the bike up with his other hand and walk the two of them up the sidewalk.

Between his brother and the bike the younger bro was not able to hold the weight.  His older brother appeared to recognize this and in a blink of an eye, found the strength to pull it together and walk his own bike in the direction of where they live.

Two young boys who showed such compassion and respect for each other.  It was a moment I am grateful to have witnessed. It reminded me how precious those moments are when we witness someone unconditionally extend a compassionate hand.

If we can't find a soft place to fall, may it be a gentle hand that helps us up and brushes the gravel off our knees.  

I want to thank all the individuals who are there each day - each week,  extending their hand out to me.  You inspire me to do my best each day.

In the Spirit of Deep Gratitude

Deborah