In passing life's great tests lately, I've graduated to another challenge that be of patience which I am not fond of. However, life presents itself in peculiar ways so as of late the only form of exercise is that of patience.
All was superb last Sunday in Moab on the Portal Trail until I chose to take an unknown singletrack line to reap the reward of the risky game we play. Three foot ledges you roll and five foot ledges you drop. You can drop a three footer but you don't roll a five footer or you end up with a base fracture of the fifth metacarpal in your dominant hand. I thought it was just a good strain and emotional bruising but my ortho thinks otherwise. Tomorrow I'll find out more at the follow up.
Of what could have been framed negatively, I'm a glass is half full and how do I fill it up kind of guy, I've commonly responded to my peers' and friends' curiosities that I could be in a neck brace instead of a gutter splint. Or, that the dirt nap could've been more like a final resting place. But, I'm not dead. I'm alive. I am emotionally charged and fortunate. While I teach my left hand new things that the right had always been tasked to do, I look at my right hand gratefully and peacefully. There are trail angels and they once again have saved me from myself in this game I play. I'm still smiling because the world is a miraculous place, always subjecting you to something new to learn of yourself and challenges you to wear a smile doing so.