AT THE MARGINS

My recent knee problems have changed my life over these past four months. Without going into a lot of detail, suffice it to say that I'm no longer your guy if you need a 51 yard field goal to win a football game with three seconds to go. ( Well done Mason Crosby!)

An orthopedic surgeon explained to me today that my MRI has revealed serious issues that will require intensive rehabilitation asap. Enough said.

However, I do want to share a few thoughts about being on the long term disabled list.

First off, sitting on the bench as the world goes by is no fun at all and I can readily understand why some become embittered or disillusioned when sidelined.

Secondly, it's humbling. Instead of shoveling the drive, I've been retasked to doing the laundry and baking cookies. Actually, I like making cookies but I digress.

And thirdly, this down time has made me realize how blessed I've been to have two good wheels up to now. As my son says, "Dad, you've had a good run." No argument there.

Not being able to compete in things like pickleball or golf, not being fit enough to go for a run or do a jumping jack, not bounding up the stairs but wobbling, not trying to carry a heavy parcel by myself but asking for assistance, all these things have forced me out of the mainstream of life and into the slow lane, the less competitive lane, the "I'm not a hero" lane. Not really sure if I want to be driving there but slowing down has taught me to empathize more with other slow drivers and to be more patient with some who motor at the margins.

I think Pope Francis would approve.

But oh, how I miss the express lanes!