A couple weeks ago I reached my goal for my 81st birthday by being able to do 82 pushups. I thought at the time that maybe I could do a 100 on the actual day of my birthday. Today , the day of my birthday, I did all my other exercises down to the pushups.
As I arched braced to do them I felt good that I would be able to do them. But why? Why do them? Something felt like it would be too many pats on the back - an all about me venture. Somehow it didn't seem right. It didn't fit well. This is my birthday. For some reason I seemed to have a greater sense of humility today. A friend just lost his wife. Another person just lost her husband. A relative is facing cancer treatment, and so on. It didn't fit the moments.
This game just didn't seem appropriate on this day. I have been much heralded today already for just living this long and still being able to complete a sentence. Today, my heart is at rest. I am grateful,
I stopped at 30 pushups and felt good about not going for gold. Thank you God for that. Thank you God for this Happy Birthday
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