Better to Laugh

Double Trouble

Despite my determined spirit, I was not able to haul the big rig to the campsite. I had my shoulder injected with cortisone on Wednesday, and I still only had one good arm by Friday. Since I want to get this issue healed up as quickly as possible, I decided it would be wiser to follow the advice of my doctor and make my maiden voyage hauling the camper to the campground on another trip. How did I get my shoulder messed up in the first place? I believe it happened last winter, when I was determined to clear our driveway of ice and snow, and I tweaked it throwing the heavy shovelfuls of the white stuff.

I can see the same determined spirit in my 16-month-old grandson. The other night at dinner we played peek-a-boo. I covered my eyes, he pulled my hands away, and I said, “Boo!” He giggled down to his toes each time. I started holding my hands with some resistance, so that he would have to work at opening them. The more I resisted, the harder he would pull; he pulled so hard that he clenched his jaw, and his whole little body shook. With each release and ,”Boo!” he giggled. It didn’t matter that I was bigger and stronger; he kept trying with all his might and would not give up until I stopped resisting. He will go far in life with that determination. I just hope his family has good insurance!