Thursday, April 13, 2006
My dolphin ring...
This morning I was drinking my coffee and my dolphin ring slipped off my finger. I heard a clank and made a mental note to ask someone to pick it up for me. Well, sometimes my mental notes get erased. I realized just a few hours ago that I still hadn't found it.
Thinking that it was gone made me sad. I've had that ring for nine years. My sister gave it to me when I was fourteen. I rarely take it off. We've been through a lot together, me and my ring. It's silver and the dolphins look like joining groves. People have to take a close look to know what the groves are. My ring represents a lot of things in life; sometimes we discount what is right in front of us until we look closer and realize their value.
I just found my ring under a chair in the kitchen. I'm glad to have it back. It's important to me - today I realized how important.
* A blogger by the name of Snake Hunters made a comment that I decided to delete because it was not relative, but I would like to respond to its nature. Snake Hunters was surprised that I expected someone to retrive my ring for me. While I wish I could pick up my ring myself, I cannot because I have Cerebral Palsy, a condition resulting from lack of oxygen at birth that impairs motor function, purposeful movement and mobility. I rely on attendants to help me do things I am physically unable to do myself. I am grateful for my independence and the help that I recieve each day. As the intro on my blog states, I use a wheelchair. My hope for Snake Hunters is that he thinks and reads key info before responding to posts in the future. Cheers! OCG *