Neighbors To The Rescue

It was a beautiful day so I took my basset, Petey, for a walk. We headed down the cul-de-sac and saw my neighbor, Bonnie, walking her dog, Hattie. Hattie’s a brownish-red pug who’s about three. When Petey spotted her, he got excited.

Getting back up again

I fell as I walked Tommy this morning.  We were more than halfway home but I lost my balance and hit the pavement.  Fortunately, I’d let go of Tommy and braced myself w/my hands to avoid hitting my face.  My left knee wasn’t so lucky. Though I wore sweats, I scraped up my knee, causing it to bleed.  I got up again and came home, walking slower and more carefully. 


I'm thankful for a few things here.  There wasn't any traffic at that hour, as it was mid-morning. And I only scraped my knee. It could've been a lot worse. 

Sounds like life in general.  When we fall along the way, we get back up again.  There are consequences, but we'll arrive eventually, even if it takes longer.  The wound(s) will heal but it takes time.  

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If you could see me now, you'd know my left eye is a combination of black, red, purple, green, and yellow.  

See, I took my dog for a walk and he saw his friend coming up the street.  He took off, much like the dog above and down I went.

Because I held onto him, I fell flat on my face, hitting the pavement with nothing to break my fall.  Had I let go of Tommy, it would have been fine.  He'd have run to Casey, said hello, and I'd have caught him.  But because I held on so tightly, I suffered the consequences.

What are you holding onto that you should let go of?  

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