I spent the last couple of days trying to come up with something earth shattering to commemorate the ninth anniversary of my accident. Hours were spent agonizing over mixed metaphors, word choice and tone. Then my night caregiver showed up for her shift with this:
Yep, that’s a cake reenactment of the 40 foot fall I took nine years ago tonight. I just can’t compete with that. But when she told me it might not taste the greatest because the hill was basically all frosting, I told her not to worry — regardless of its quality, it’s guaranteed to suck less than the last time I “bit it” on a mountain! Hey, if we don’t find humor in our predicaments, we will never survive.
Thanks to everyone who has taken this journey with me…I couldn’t have done it without you.