I was watching the students walk past me - mostly focused on their phones, a couple limping, a couple with orthopedic boots, one student walking clumsily, another with his arm in a sling. And the thought - the micro-second message that came to me was this:
"Boy, I'm grateful for my health." And then the thought was gone.
But as I recollected that moment, I second-thought myself. Crap - I've had cancer, I blew my elbow out, I've had back surgery, and I've had sinus infection and bronchitis, and a fall at Christmas time, and a horrible 2+ week bout of this year's influenza. And that's all within the past 5 years.
So why am I grateful for my health?
It's this - I've been on the other side of healthy. It's not a pretty place to be. I've heard death knock at my door; I even peaked out just to see what death looked like. And yet - I have chosen, yes, it is a choice, to be physically and emotionally healthy.
These past 5 years I've worked so hard to heal - exercise, nutrition, positive mental attitude, service, and moving forward. It's been a tough hard road, and I'm sure my journey is going to need continual work - exercising, eating right are not one-time deals, they are lifestyles. And those 2 items take a lot of work - a lot of diligence and commitment.
So, last night, as I drank my bottled water (cutting down on Diet Pepsi), eating my apple and mixed roasted nuts, resting after an early morning workout, a day at work, and having just taught 2 classes, and still having one more to teach before the night was over, I was feeling quite blessed.
I went to my last class with a heart filled with gratitude. Boy, I'm grateful for my health.