When I was seventeen years old, I tore three ligaments in my knee playing hockey.
It took six months to get a surgery and several more afterwards before I could walk without crutches again.
I recall vividly watching people walk around, unaware of how lucky they were to be able to move without crutches. To jump, run, and play sports.
We don’t really realize how lucky we are until we lose things in life.
And today is my birthday, so I’m in a particularly reflective mood.
It’s also Remembrance Day here in Canada. A time to think back and remember those who fought during WWI (and many wars since) so that we could enjoy our safety and freedom today.
May we use this day to remember our fallen soldiers, but also how lucky we are to have love, health, people who care about us, and people we care for.
It’s easy to forget how lucky we really are.
Lest We Forget.