This week I have been visiting some friends who can’t get out easily on their own. While I am choosing my solitude and cottage-by-the-sea times, these folks are alone because their choices are limited; they just can’t get around like they used to. They have had to give up their driver’s license and some are now relying on walkers or wheelchairs to get maneuver about the house.
Although this blog is for people who sometimes like to be alone, the underlying principle is that we have choices. But what about these friends that I visit who don’t have the free reign of choices, at least as far as mobility is concerned, that I take for granted? I want to believe that they feel they have other kinds of choices in their lives beside those that relate to cars and legs.
Today I got one answer. “I am thankful I have the choice to stay in my own home rather than go to a nursing home.”
Although this blog is for people who sometimes like to be alone, the underlying principle is that we have choices. But what about these friends that I visit who don’t have the free reign of choices, at least as far as mobility is concerned, that I take for granted? I want to believe that they feel they have other kinds of choices in their lives beside those that relate to cars and legs.
Today I got one answer. “I am thankful I have the choice to stay in my own home rather than go to a nursing home.”