I often set out on a trip with the good intentions of keeping up with my posts, and this time I was doing especially well – got all the iPad journal pages done for the second day and evening of my trip.
After some really fun time in Silver City, I arrived at the resort in Rio Rico, AZ by dusk. Beautiful place and beautiful room. Got my pictures ready for posting by noon on Day 3, but had to leave to pick up my brother at the Tucson airport at 1:30 pm.
Had a great afternoon and evening together, and then, on the way to their room at the resort that evening, I fell down some stairs (because some lights were burned out), and a piece of heaven turned instantly into a piece of hell. I had broken my right hip – badly. I was far from home and looking down a long, dark night of the soul for sure.
I am not one to share bad news or wallow in it, so we will skip the next eight days. The only thing to be said is that there are always lessons to be learned and you just have to figure out what they were supposed to be.
I am home again, on a walker, and now know what it is like to have surgery. I wouldn’t wish it on anybody, but it wasn’t the end of the world experience I had imagined either.
I am okay, and will be back on my feet faster than most, because I am determined.
I will even come back and share those happy journal pages I had completed- as soon as they are not so sad for me to look at. I was so looking forward to a wonderful trip when they were created.
MANY insights are coming to me, and I know that this incident is my life “falling into place.”
Back with you soon.
Ms. Walker (as my family is calling me)