On Thursday we met with my surgeon for the last time before the day of the surgery. I am terrible at asking questions. I always forget them during the visit and remember them after I have left the office. So, for the past couple of weeks I had made little notes on my phone with the "notes" app. My phone goes with me everywhere, so every time I would think of a question I would just whip my phone out and type it up and save it. I had about four questions. Yes, for the past few weeks that I had known of this appointment and this being one heck of a serious surgery I had thought of four whole questions. And they were all answered in a whopping five minutes. I thought they were pretty good, too. Thought they sounded pretty knowledgeable. Like:
Life is a sequence of c hoices . We get to choose if we want to get up out of bed in the morning, go to work, how we get to work, what we are going to do when we get there. Be productive, scroll Facebook, look at pictures on Instagram. Maybe you're going to talk to your desk neighbor for a bit before you dive into a stack of paperwork. We get to choose . Even though it doesn't seem like a choice , we all have to make money right? But it is. We could be a bum. We could be homeless. Of course, nobody really lets it get that far. I mean yes, there are homeless people. And people that are in really bad circumstances. But I believe we have all been through trying times, poor conditions, and terrible circumstances. And it's all about how we choose for it to affect us. Are we going to lie down and let that truck run us over? Or are we going to get moving and move out of the darn way? I think that the majori...
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