Maybe I'll crawl a mile.

Maybe it's more than taking life one day at a time. But rather taking life as it comes. Always finding a way to cope. No matter what. Like now. I have a sore foot. Means I have to hobble around. The best I can. Sure, I'd like to walk my usual 6 to 10 miles per day. Can't do it now. Wish I could. But wishing isn't enough. I have to adjust. And still be reasonably happy. Thankful that I'm still an alive and conscious being. And I'm gonna go outdoors. Into the yard. And do some gardening. On my hands and knees. And if I can't walk a mile, maybe I'll crawl a mile. --Jim Broede