Well it finally came. I have been setting my sites on officially retiring on October 1. The last time I retired, was 20 years ago when I was 62! But this time, it is for sure.
I really enjoyed my job the last 20 years selling promotional products. It kept me busy and in contact with people. But over the last three months before the beginning of October, I just did not feel I had the commitment a job requires. It was not fair to my customers and it was not fair to me. As I told many people, I felt like Forrest Gump, who, after many weeks of running and running, just stopped!
Now, what was I to do with all this free time?
I said to myself, “October 1 is a great date to retire since it is about the time steelhead fishing season gets into full swing.” I thought a few months of fishing would give me a chance to wind down before winter, when I could do some volunteer work. Great plan.
So October 1 arrived and I retired. For two and a half weeks I thoroughly enjoyed myself while fishing for steelhead. Then it happened. While fishing off the beaches of Trout Run on Lake Erie, I tore the muscles in my lower left leg. That put me out of commission and into a wheelchair, the one I am sitting in right now as I write this blog.
This chair will be my cross for at least the next four to five weeks at a minimum. The leg has given me pain like I have never had before. I could moan about it, I could curse about it. But why do that? It only adds a lot of negativity to the situation.
What I am doing is offering my pain up to Jesus as a down payment for all the suffering he went through to redeem us for our sins. It is the least I can do and it helps me turn a negative into a positive.