Cravings

I’ve learned something in the past few months. Pre-surgeries, I had been taking for granted the finer things of life: not having bandages to change every day, walking with a normal gait, exercising instead of the dreaded physical therapy.

I can now relate a little more closely to new patients at the burn center – chat about the pain of itchy donors and the need to stretch. Being able to understand something of another’s suffering is also a fine thing. We just don’t like the cost. Or the potential baggage. I don’t think we would choose it. But use it for some kind of good? Wisdom craves meaning from catastrophe.