"Oh, it's dark, cold....
the bed is cozy, warm.
I don't WANT to get up and exercise (even if it is in the comfort of my own home!)
I HATE to exercise."
Then, a little voice whispered:
"but, at least you CAN get up!
Sylvia would love that privilege/blessing. Sylvia would love to freely move her arms, legs, hands, feet."
Suddenly, getting up to exercise didn't seem nearly so bad after all.
Once again, I was humbled.
Forgive me when I whine...I have two feet...the world is mine!
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