As a right-handed person, I often think that the right side of my body is the “better” side. After all, I do write with it – and that’s important. But this applies to everything. The right side of my stomach? Better. Right arm? Better. Right foot? Right knee?
Well… not so fast. I have to send a shout out to my left foot and left knee.
Not terribly long ago, I sprained my ankle. My right ankle. And through it all, my left foot soldiered on. Oh sure, I was hopping and limping around – but it did what it needed to do with nary a complaint! And when I fell down our front steps about a month ago, my right knee was sprained. My left knee? Not a mark on it. It kept bending without pain, and took on all of my weight.
That means my left knee is a stud. So is my left foot.
As I look back on this year and think about the great events that happened, the great people involved in my life, and everything that mattered, there’s a clear duo at the top of my Best Of list: my left knee and my left foot. To them I say, bravo. Bra-vo.
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