this morning #886.

this morning, as the train pulled into the station, i braced myself on the railing & pulled myself up to make my exit. wobbly legs. wobbly mind. i was in that stage of life. somehow, i still had my strong hands though. they kept things steady. when i wasn’t cursing the lord for all the pain, i thanked him for this little remaining strength. multiple times a day. at least my entire body hadn’t entirely broken down. so…thanks, god? my hands could only take me so far though. i just couldn’t move like i used to & had to take things slow. as i made my way up all those stairs to the street, i felt my feet turning to jelly. when i got to the top, i tripped & almost flopped but my hands came in handy again.