MY CHRISTMAS ANGELS
The day before Thanksgiving I had to have an unexpected surgery that left me in a wheelchair. My daughter and her three children were scheduled to come for Christmas, and that only happens every eight years, due to living so far away. I was panicked and pushing myself to do more than I should during recovery. My girlfriends rallied and there was no stopping them. They brought food, did my remaining Christmas shopping, made Christmas cookies, and decorated my entire house…including two Christmas trees.
I’m not typically one to ask for help but offers were coming in filled with love and compassion. I knew I would never be ready for my family coming if I didn’t accept their generosity. The decorating day was magical. Elves were dancing and singing to Christmas music. The house transformation only took two hours with so many helping. Then we had time for pizza, storytelling, and laughter. It was a day that I will never forget.
Today, (after 7 weeks) I’m out of my wheelchair and in a walking boot. I will soon be able to drive and get my independence back. As good as that will feel – I will remember the time when I needed help so badly and my friends stepped up for any task.