The cut on my finger was deep.
It hurt like CRAZY!
Thinking back on it, the water appeared harmless. The suds had formed seemingly perfect mountains over the clear, warm water.
Inviting me into it.
I couldn't see what was beneath those beautiful suds.
I had forgotten...got too comfortable.
I don't know why I thought that putting my hand in the sudsy water that held a knife wouldn't hurt me.
I was wrong.
I WAS hurt.
Was it my fault or the knife's fault?
It didn't matter. No time to play the victim.
What mattered at that time was stopping the blood and healing the pain.
I applied pressure. And more pressure...and more.
The more pressure I applied, the bleeding finally stopped.
Now I could focus on the pain.
I thought the sharp pain would never stop.
But it did. Eventually.
The wound is still sore, but only when I bump it or press on it.
So I try not to do that.
I can't change what happened.
Now all I can do is take care of my finger.
So it can heal.
Every step forward takes you a little closer to the promise and a little further from the past!
-Ralph Marston
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