Today is Sunday and I was grateful that I felt good enough to go to church. However my back and neck have been giving my trouble the last couple of weeks so as soon as I get home from church, I have to head to bed. In church today I was able to sit next to a dear friend of mine and her sweet little baby girl. She was kind enough to let me hold her and it was a real treat. What I forgot about was my back and neck. Lifting even though she was only 14-16 pounds really did a number on my neck. I didn't realize it until I got home and it got worse and then the pain went into my head and a migraine. I know I shouldn't get discouraged but I do. Just doing some of the most simple things puts me out for days. I was in bed 4 hours and then all evening I have still been trying to quite down this migraine, even having my glasses on hurt, so I won't write much.
Pain really seems to put a damper on my ability to handle things. Everything seems too big, too hard and too much when I hurt this bad. I am grateful that I got to hold that sweet little girl, but it makes me said to think by doing ONLY that, brought on this migraine and pain. It is hard to be a grandma and not be able to pick up and hold this little ones very much. We have only 5 weeks before Amy has our 2nd granddaughter, I wish there was a miracle cure so that I will be able to hold her more.
But I have much to be grateful for, so I will stop complaining and end with this story. Thank you for your love, encouragement and support.
What goes around comes around
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.
And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, he graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming,the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said:
"What goes around comes around." ~Unknown