Lucky . . . No - More Like Blessed

I'm on vacation! Yipee!

This is a post I wrote recently . . .

When I started my blog, I

 fretted for at least a month

about what to call it.

One of the names I loved was

"Lucky Girl".

{But one of my young friends assured

me that the phrase had an *ahem* connotation

that didn't reflect my meaning.}

The reason I loved it though,

is because I do feel like a lucky girl

with a really good {NOT perfect} life.

More than lucky . . . blessed!

Here's a perfect example.

See this garbage container?

It is almost full of {HEAVY} river rock

& it recently

fell on my legs & feet -

trapping me.

{Don't ask! Just know that sometimes

I forget I'm getting older & I attempt stupid stuff!}

I was alone, afraid, & in lots of pain from the weight.

I struggled, but COULD NOT get myself free.

I screamed & screamed for help.

No one heard me.

Well, I shouldn't say "no one",

because when I prayed for help,

"SOMEONE" did hear me.

I was blessed with the strength to

lift the weight enough to wiggle out.

{Please note my shoe still underneath

in the photo below.}

P.S. - When Hunny & I went out later

to pick up the garbage can, even the two

of us together couldn't lift it!

I'll spare you any photos of my

bruised & scratched-up legs,

but nothing is broken & there's no

permanent damage.

I feel so lucky blessed.

It could have turned into something

REALLY awful.

I'm so grateful that I'm never truly alone.