Today
I experienced an old saying meeting up with real
life. While taking a cell call outside our local Best Buy, I
noticed a guy about my age and stature walking at a slow but
deliberate pace towards the entrance. It was warm and he was
wearing baggy shorts, another slight comparison to myself. In my
recent battle with cancer, I had lost a lot of weight and all my
clothes are baggy. His face looked determined. 
Approaching,
something looked different. His legs were metallic rods poking out of those shorts into
worn tennis shoes. I paused and was overcome in my spirit. I
wept quietly as I remembered something I have said so many times
during my two years of treatment. "I complained that
I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet."
When I spoke
those words to let others know I was ok and not to worry about the changes evident in my body, I wondered if I really meant
it deep inside and lasting. Yesterday I found the answer. That man
became an inspiration to never forget to acknowledge God's blessings.
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