A Broken Leg

If not for a broken leg I never would not of realized how much I was loved.

If not for a broken leg I wouldn't of gotten to see my little cousin off to the marines.

If not for a broken leg family would not of grown closer.

If not for a broken leg I would not of made new friends and re connected with old ones.

A broken leg is teaching me balance. I cannot be all wrapped up in work and ignore my life, I cannot be all wrapped up in home and my life and ignore work. There must be balance.

A broken leg is teaching me to slow down and not let life pass me by so quickly.

A broken leg has shown that even in disaster something good can come from it.

A broken leg is showing me other aspects of life.

What is Love?

Love is when Jesus died on the cross for me.

Love is when your boss brings you flowers in the hospital and coupons so your mom can eat down stairs in the hospital cafeteria so she can stay with you more.

Love is when your students parents offer emotional support.

Love is when you get dozens of visitors in the hospital.

Love is when co-workers bust you out of your room on a Sunday afternoon and wheel you around the hospital.

Love is a family from church coming to sing to you in the hospital.

Love is surprise visit from  the woman's work committee at church once your home.

Love is when friends from afar check up on you to see how your doing.

Love is when your out in public and your students run up to you and give you a big hug.

Love is your mom putting up with you when your being a total brat ( thanks mom!)

Love is what God has for us . Thank you God for loving me.