What Doesn’t Kill You. . .


There’s an old saying that states,”What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Today I’m not so sure about that. I volunteered to plan, shop and cook a Christmas dinner for all those at my apartment complex who had nowhere to go for Christmas this year. Though a friend helped me (she has Lupus!), I way over-did it. I hurt from head to toe. Even my hair hurts! I’ve felt like a lump all day. So what makes this misery worthwhile?

The dinner was a success; it was better than a success. And, the reason I feel it was such a success was not because my planning, shopping or cooking skills are wonderful, but rather that my fellow tenants were so happy and grateful to have a hot, home-cooked meal, surrounded by friends and neighbors on a Christmas day when they thought they would spend the day alone in their apartments.

The joy I got from all those happy, talking, laughing people will remain with me even though I’m painful, foggy and fatigued beyond reason. That joy will be my constant companion through the days or weeks it takes me to get back to “normal.”