Healing

I cut my thumb last night while I was volunteering. It's not a severe injury, but because of the direction of the cut, each time I try to use my thumb the throbbing seems to go straight through me.

Apparently, I don't deal well with even the smallest amount of pain. The cut is already beginning to heal. In a week or two, I won't even feel it anymore.

I've been thinking this morning about other kinds of healing. Looking back on those severe events that seemed to suck the light and possibilities out of the future, now I hardly feel them. They have healed. Or, rather, I have healed. The shattered pieces of me have come back together into a whole. I didn't realize that it was possible to heal so completely.

Drawing a comparison between myself and those we serve, I am grateful for the time and safety I had to drawn up into myself and lick my wounds. Without a safety net of friends and family and the good luck of an education and stubborn determination, my life could have taken a different turn. It's possible that I might not have made it.