A Moment of Reflection
As I sit here eating my peanut butter and honey sandwich, I can’t help but reflect on today’s hospital events. I had a blog post all planned out, and I was excited to post it.
Shane we’d still love to read that post!
Thank you my lovely reader. I will toss that original post at the bottom of this one as your “extra-curricular” blog reading homework.
Back to the Point
Today I went rock climbing (bouldering to be precise) with a couple of my friends. My best friend, Ryan, and I were killing it even though we had only gone a few times. After making an incredible climb Ryan dropped down from the wall. What he didn’t realize was he was about to land with one foot in-between the two massive safety mats. Watching my best friend writhe in pain completely unable to move was horrifying. Everyone at the rock gym was super helpful. We got him some ice and moved him into my car. It was a fairly smooth ride to the hospital; however, the bumpy rode made for a few shrieks of pain.
A Quick Note on Ryan
Ryan is an amazing individual, and I consider myself beyond lucky to have him as my friend. I’ve learned a lot from him, and really look up to him. Just by watching how he conducts himself over the years I’ve picked up some of his confidence, his social skills, and his optimism. He has always been into fitness and was even the person who got me involved in bodybuilding. In return I’ve taught him how to be funny (he argues he was always funny, but I know the truth).
At the Hospital
We made it to the hospital and within minutes they had him in for a consultation. Before we knew it I was wheeling Ryan around the halls in a shiny wheelchair. We made it to the X-Ray lab, cracked a few jokes, and then the once busy hospital seemed completely empty. We were in a hallway with no other signs of life, which wouldn’t normally be an issue but we really wanted to get this x-ray over with. After sneaking around a bit (and leaving Ryan in time-out facing a corner in his wheelchair) we found someone. A very friendly x-ray technician came out of one of the rooms I may or may not have snuck into and started the magical bone seeing equipment.
We were assured by the hospital staff that getting in to have the x-ray done was the longest part. They were wrong. So very wrong. After waiting 4 and a half hours we finally got to see the doctor. The doctor quickly jumped from patient to patient. He took a quick look at Ryan’s x-ray and then Ryan’s foot and told us it wasn’t broken. The staff quickly (not) got Ryan some crutches (hahaha I’m pretty sure I made countless jokes about them actually building the crutches). The nursing staff successfully chopped down some trees, shaved them into crutches, and sent us on our way.
Shane, you can’t really just be telling us about a normal trip to the hospital.
Of course I’m going to make a point, stop interrupting me.
Through the entire experience at the hospital, all 5 (or so) hours Ryan and I were cracking jokes. Not only did we make jokes, but our jokes were on fire (I was hilarious as usual). Originally Ryan and I were going to play video games, specifically Zelda: Breath of the Wild on the Nintendo Switch, after rock climbing. Our plans changed due to circumstance, but we had just as much fun cracking jokes in a hospital waiting room.
There were so many sad people around us. Everyone was hurt, sick, in pain, and just downcast. Ryan and I made a point to be positive and turn a potentially annoying circumstance into a fun one. I can’t say that we did this purposely, it’s just kind of something we do subconsciously. The phrase “home is where the heart is” is incredibly true, but deceptively simple. What I’m trying to connect here is that your situation doesn’t matter, your attitude does. You have the power to turn a crappy situation into a bearable one.
Where Do You Anchor Your Heart?
I’ve said all of this to ask a simple question, where do you anchor your heart? Is your home the building you sleep in or is it the people in your life? Do circumstances dictate your joy or does your joy brighten up your circumstances?
That’s a lot to think about Shane, but I do believe you promised us your original post as well.
Of course my valiant friend, of course.
The Original Post
All right my very first blog entry (aside from the welcome message). I’m told this is the hardest one (actually I just told myself that right now). Thanks for swinging by (ok, you didn’t actually swing in like Spider-Man but a web is involved so I’m kind of not wrong).
Also I do believe in transparency. You will see some links on this blog and often times they are special offers, advertisements, and whatnot. Don’t ever feel obligated to click on them, but it does help me to keep the website running.
I’m going to keep this first post short (that definitely is not the case anymore). The idea behind this blog is to share uplifting thoughts, words of encouragement, and hilarious metaphors (maybe even a simile or two).
By now you’ve probably realized that my internal thoughts are trapped in brackets (and if you didn’t figure that out now you know. Also, brackets are called “parentheses,” just some food for thought). I’d like to close this entry off with a short story that truly mirrors reality if that’s ok with you (actually I don’t really need your permission).
There was once a little grasshopper. He was very scared of the winter. One day a friendly dragon came to visit the grasshopper. They played charades for hours and became the best of friends. Then the grasshopper died because they don’t live very long, unlike dragons.
I feel you can pretty easily interpret this story on your own, but for those of you that didn’t get it from the first read-through the moral of the story was “subscribe to my blog.” (Here’s to hoping that nonsensical story and shameless self-promotion combined with some subliminal messaging focused around a grasshopper worked).
Love you all,