The Good and the Bad

This week has held both good and bad news. The bombings in Belgium stunned all of us. The horror, especially for the victims and their families, spread across the world. Since 9-11, we still can’t understand how people can do this to other people.

Last week wasn’t so good for me. I’d be doing great with exercises, walking, and physical therapy. Then Tuesday night, as I was leaving book group, I fell and landed on my hip. After getting up, walking, and driving home, I thought okay, it’s not broken. On Thursday, the pain really kicked in. While thinking I don’t have time for broken bones, I hit the ER. 

Here’s the good news. No broken hip. Thank God for watching out for me. I really have too much to do in the next month. A reminder to pay attention, especially when yakking away with friends. A special thank you to them for helping me up and rescuing my keys, phone, and purse—all of which when flying when I went down. A good friend wasn’t as fortunate. In January, she fell, broke her hip, had surgery for pins, which didn’t work, and had hip replacement the day I fell. I really wasn’t trying to be a copycat.

More good news. Spring has come and it looks like it’s staying. A major snowstorm skirted north of us, dumping lots of rain here but no snow. Two mallards, a drake and hen, sat on our deck rail. They’ve never done that before. I wonder if they remember Hubs throwing out bread crumbs for the past two summers. 

 

Best news. Yesterday was Easter. A celebration of Jesus’ resurrection. And a reminder that there is life beyond death. And hope. Hope for a better life than what we have here. I cannot imagine not believing in an afterlife. With all the ugliness in this world, I have to believe that in the next life we’ll find justice, forgiveness, and love.

I hope you all have a great week. That the good news outweighs the bad.

On Wednesday, I’ll be over at The Roses of Prose. If you have time, come and visit.