At times, I forget to be grateful for my life. I go to work, go to the gym, eat, keep house, tend to the yard, spend money, pay bills, hang out with friends and hit the gallery openings. I get to do what I want, when I want. I forget how blessed I am to have the life I have. Then something happens that shakes me to the core.
Jacqueline invited Paddy and me to a fundraiser on Saturday night for a dance company she supports. In addition to being a hair stylist, Jacqueline also teaches yoga and dance along with being a massage therapist. She lends her considerable talents to the dance troupe.
The dance troupe welcomes all. Some dancers are blind, some are deaf, several are confined to wheelchairs and a few are professional dancers. The dancers include children, teenagers and adults.
The benefit was a two-act performance at the Colorado Ballet’s rehearsal space. The highlight of the evening was a performance that started out with a solo by thirty-something paraplegic man. The man could only slightly move one arm. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
A year earlier, the man was riding his bike when he was hit by a car. His life changed in an instant.
I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I take so much of my life for granted. I often forget how fortunate I am.