First, let me mention why I'm
appreciative. I've heard about the health problems of two writer friends recently.
The consequences must affect on their work.
After a fall, a broken hand and damaged
arm have stopped one friend from learning a difficult new
computer technique with iClone movie-making.
I know what she's going through.
On two consecutive years, I broke limbs: a finger and thumb joint. Every simple
household task turned into a mountain to climb and my coping mechanism took
over. Sure, I could type with other fingers, but the drain of energy tends to
weaken creativity.
An autoimmune disease has struck
another friend. Her positive attitude and the support of wonderful friends help her to overcome any obstacles.
She's half my age and full of drive and ideas. Modern medicine has ensured her
disease will remain under control.
In the civilized world, we're so lucky
to live in free societies where we can expect assistance. Even without money,
the authorities would care for us. Around the world, so many people suffer and
die, perhaps leaving children unprotected. No use decrying the cruel fate which
places one person in a life of luxury and another in a hovel. We must make the
best of our situation. We're here for a reason. As Desiderata says: You are a child of the universe, no less
than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here.
Both my friends' conditions make me
appreciate my good fortune. They bring into focus the world surrounding me.
Birds trill a welcome to spring
and daffodils bloom wild under the bare branches of giant trees lining the
street outside. With the use of my hands, I'm free to do the simple tasks of
everyday life without relying on someone else. In the afternoon, a walker helps
me up the hill for my daily exercise in the fresh air. Of course, the quality
would be improved without exhaust fumes. Yet, even the constant stream of
traffic makes me smile. I'm in contact with other people. A river of life
streams past my door.
I can use this appreciation in my
writing. The heroine could be untied and released from a hostage situation. Instead
of hurrying on to her next assignment, let her pause and smell the freshness
which only comes with spring. Let her rub her wrists, flex her fingers and
reach for a daffodil.
