I remember her so clearly. She was
an African American grandmother sitting up in her hospital bed bright and alert
awaiting surgery. Not routine by any
means. She had diabetes and had
developed a complication that meant she would lose her leg from the knee
down. So, we talked about her
anticipation of all this would mean and how she would need to ask for help in
ways that weren’t comfortable for her.
She told me about her family – all her sisters, nieces, daughters, sons
and brothers. I remember being impacted
by her bravery.
As I entered the room I said, “Well, you are the richest woman I know!”
She greeted me with a puzzled look and then smiled her broad generous smile and laughed. She knew what I meant . . . rich in family, in heart, in abundant love around her.
Perspective makes all the difference.
