Reflective writing βœ’οΈπŸ“–

Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.- Charles Dickens.                        

I am still not driving and that makes me a parasite on Mersey (mercyπŸ˜‰)transport. I always carry a trio pass to travel anywhere and everywhere.It is  pretty  reasonable and gives me wide range of options. I can be on roads, on tracks and on waters too!!

  
Last Tuesday I had a lot on my plate-a B12 shot in my injured arm, a meeting ,an interview and a social affair, all in different corners of the peninsula. My only support system was in my wallet and my minutes were in my hand. I was stressed and constantly seeking from Him-the blessings. I am like that, either my hands hold a pass for travel or fold to ask for a good day. I boarded Avon services from the stop outside my house. A bus stop in easy access is one reason to choose this house and the sea is second. My first encounter was a narrow bore needle right into my deltoid. I bought my toastie on my way to the next service and walked towards the bus stop with three bags in my hands,heels in my feet, earphones in my ears and a bite of cheese and onion toastie in my mouth. I call this maddening!!

Sooner than I realised I was at the Birkenhead Bus station. It is a massive station which all the buses going via Wirral and Liverpool cross. The service is mostly spot on and besides that you have the shopping outlets around-what more a woman wants!! There was a long queue for the Chester bus. We all boarded it. I was sitting on a window seat. I could see a family sitting diagonally opposite to me. Two teenagers and their parents. One of them was angry and his mom  was calming him down all the time. When I used to get upset with my mum, I used to cry,shout throw things and tantrums. He did none of that. He was tied up in a wheel chair. He constantly expressed his rage by using his neck and masticatory muscles and the TMJ(the jaw joint) to close his lower jaw with force and produce a click. He wanted to shout. The moment the noise broke, his mum’s hand was patting him. He went on flapping his limbs and the stretch in his muscles was obvious. May be he did not want to see the Chester zoo or may be he did not like sitting on aisle side. I am not sure and he could not utter it.

We were half way through and we had an eye contact, he gave me a frown, I moved my eyes towards the window,he made that click again,I turned again to watch him,he rubbed his nose, I smiled and he grinned !! He was still making the grating sounds with a little grin,I guess he was at peace now. Soon the father pressed the stopping button and they took their kids out. He was brave and in no time  I was folding my hands and thanking Him as I knew I could not have fought it.

  I was not sorry for him but for myself.

Almost every morning I fuss about how things have not been going the way I hoped. Most nights I pray for a better day tomorrow. I guess most of us who have all the senses intact,good food to eat,a home to stay and people to take care of us do that. Perhaps cribbing is another way of living the human life. We who have the material things to brood and whine for, forget that we are blessed to have the five senses, four limbs,a heart and a brain in a pro state, all functional and cavort. Cribbing can go no less but a thought of why can relax our minds and make our souls less agog!!

I am working on the transformation since then(long way to go). Now every time I have a reason to fret, I try and find out a reason to smile:) 

  http://www.funnydam.com/picture-13368-god-blessing-pictures.html

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