Resilience is the ability to bounce back from adversity.
Easier for some that others.
My will to do so is strengthened by the knowledge that I matter to the people in my life.
Letting people know they matter to you, may give them the heart they need to rebound.
I’m grateful for the folks who give me a reason to get up every day.
I hope you can join us here in August for Andy Offutt Irwin’s Tall-Tale Workshop.
Come and have a good time exaggerating the facts to reveal the truth.
Remember: You Matter. Your Stories Matter. Tell Them Well!
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Yesterday would have been my dad’s 90th birthday. It provided me another opportunity to reflect on how grateful I am for the years I had with him.
One of his lessons was, “You’re only a loser, if you quit when you’re down.”
As we say in the South, I took a bad fall last week.
Spoiler alert – nothing broken and no concussion.
As I lay draped backwards over the bottom step of the broken ladder, it never crossed my mind that I would stay there. It took a moment or two to gather myself together and stand up but staying there was out of the question. My body had broken two steps on the ladder to the attic and my wife was stuck up there. So, I got up and helped her down.
The nails that previously attached the steps had raked my leg. She accompanied me to the kitchen with the intention of cleaning me up. She left me at the counter and went to get a rag to wipe away the blood. For some reason I turned away from the counter and then stumbled across the room passing out face first into a bookshelf and bouncing to the floor blocking the front door.
She wanted to call an ambulance, but I told her I was alright. She reminded me, “That’s what you said a moment ago.”
She helped me to our bedroom, put salve on the wounds and an ice pack on my face. I agreed to take a couple of Tylenol and she spent the day checking my pupils to make sure I didn’t have a concussion.
That evening I had to go out to help a friend. Marie accompanied me and we grabbed a bite at Arby’s. By the time we got home I knew I’d over done it, so I spent Friday in bed reading and snoozing. I posted a picture of my wounds on Facebook and friends from all over expressed their concern.
I went to our weekly breakfast at Joe’s Inn on Saturday and participated as a celebrity judge at a conference on Resilience. (I have no idea what qualified me for that distinction.) I went home and once again having overdone it crashed. I stayed in bed until Monday, when I got a massage from a young lady whose hands are so strong; she could have brought Hercules to his knees. She suggested I’d probably bruised my tail bone. Something I had no idea was possible.
Here we are, Tuesday morning and I’m sitting here writing. Toastmasters was delightful this morning and I’m getting on with life. I hurt like hell, but my dad’s admonition to get up rings in my ears.
As I’ve been writing this, I realize I’ve only gotten up when someone was depending on me. If it was just me, I’d probably still be in bed.
Thank you, Daddy, for encouraging me to get up and thank you to my family and friends for giving me the reason.
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I’d particularly love to hear stories of folks rebounding from life’s traumas.
Til next time,