Taken for Granted
I was truly sick and tired of being taken for granted; but then I realized that the taking had been done by me.
I wake up giving thanks, but giving thanks and being thankful are two different things.
Then it happened; I couldn’t breathe and was losing consciousness. I woke up on the floor and an EMT was standing over me.
A few days later, it was discovered that I have been pushing though severe adult onset asthma.
When I tell you that I am now grateful for every breath, ever word, every song; I truly mean.
I ain’t got time to be otherwise. I am even grateful for asthma----well, I’m getting there, me and my harmonica.
Asthma is severe, but so am I.
I feel like I’ve been given a chance to truly see. All of the crap that has been bothering me is largely due to this thing that had gone undiagnosed.
I’m much better and I am grateful. I’m even grateful for the steroid effect---pumped up, but still here.
Whatever you are going through, keep smiling.
Keep being grateful.
Stop giving thanks to something out there and be thankful for you, because that’s where God is.
Be you, be well, be grateful.
Bertie Berry, PhD.