Broken Beginnings Chapter Twenty Seven and Chapter Twenty Eight (Final Revision)

Chapter Twenty Seven

Wednesday.November.14.2018

I had felt good after Church Sunday, but was exhausted when I got home, so I spent much of the afternoon just resting, but it felt good to feel tired from actually doing something, rather than feeling tired from doing nothing at all. I was glad that I had spent Sunday morning , and early afternoon. I had worried that I would not be able to get out without having something go wrong, without having hurtful things said, but I was reminded that I could not let others limit me. I had to get on with my life, even if it meant taking it one step at a time, so to speak.

On Monday I was a little sore during physical therapy but the session was not as bad as some were. There were days that I truly struggled but thankfully Monday was not one of those days. I think just getting out the night before had lifted my spirits, and I was thankful for that. I was grateful that day by day, I was putting my life back together, after a madman had tried to take my life, simply because I dared to have a bumper sticker honoring the fact that Bobe had been a Holocaust survivor, she had lived nearly seventy years after liberation and had endured a lot in her life time, it was only right that I honored who she was and what she had endured.