It IS Enough...
Some days, like today, I am grateful simply to be alive. Now, I wish I could say that every day, but truth be told, all too often I can find something about which to kvetch or complain or bemoan…the work needed by my gradually-deteriorating lovely old house, or my declining bank balance, or my seeming inability to lose weight, etc., etc., ad infinitum. But not today. Today, I am so, so thankful to simply BE who I am, how I am…with all my faults and failings and aches and pains and signs of advancing age. Here I am…HERE…NOW…and all I can say is a heartfelt, “Thanks be to God!” You see, I have a beautiful friend, only 43 years old, who has been dealing with the terrible diagnosis of ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, better known as Lou Gehrig’s disease) for nearly two years, going from an active, non-stop wife, mother, friend, volunteer par excellence, etc. to life in a wheelchair, with deteriorating speech, the inability to do almost nothing for herself, periodic difficulty breat...