Put Your Foot On The Rock…till you don’t 🛑
Feet once failed me then—oh my dog, my dog…OMG
I’ll be back and my name is not Arnold…come fly with we?
Tomorrow is a landing that ends a six month journey of waiting to have my ankle repaired…if you see me walking down the street and I start to dance, don’t cry…don’t walk on by, but know we were meant to fly and our eyes are like the sparrow.
Thanks for your support, your assistance, love, empathy and your shared stories…light the fire, I’ll be back!
Originally published at medium.com