Jim Watkins

‘Hi Jim. How come the cane?”

“I did something dumb.”

“What’s new?”

“This was really dumb. I fell down and bruised my ribs. Never done that before. It really hurts like you know what. Have you ever hurt your ribs?”

“I’ve never done that. Of course I don’t have far to fall. What advice did your vet, err doctor, give you? I imagine, given the pandemic, you were reluctant to go to an emergency room.”

“You’ve got that right. I had a phone conversation with my vet, err doctor. I think you and my doctor would hit it off. I described the injury and asked for his advice. ‘Don’t do it again.’ was his first piece of advice. Then he asked me questions to determine whenever or not I needed an x ray. I didn’t. Turns out that there is nothing you can do. They used to wrap chests but found out that wasn’t helpful. The bottom line is that the ribs will heal on their own. It will take about six weeks.”

“I like your doctor. All kidding aside, I know its going to be tough.”

“Well,, Roxie, my situation pales in comparison to the pandemic. I’m so grateful for the helpers. One way I’ve dealt with the ribs is to make a list of folks who are helping us get through this mess and make sure that I find a way to thank them. Nurses, EMTs, doctors, and other health care workers. Researchers seeking a vaccine and reliable tests. Postal workers who keep us connected. Grocery store employees who put their health at risk to make sure we are fed. Non-profits that continue to serve the least of these. Public officials who make tough decisions. Public works folks who keep our water flowing and the recycle center open. The media that keeps us informed. Neighbors and family who check on us. People who have taught us how to Zoom. Spouses who have loved us even when we are underfoot. Police who protect us. Churches that make virtual worship possible. The list goes on and on. Oh, and of course you and other canines and felines who provide comfort. Our son’s family decided to invite a feline to come live with them.”

“You’re welcome Jim. I’d invite you to crawl up on the sofa with me, but, given the ribs I don’t think that would be wise.”

“You’re probably right. But we can still share some chocolate stout.”

“That’s true. It is a good prescription for easing the pain of hurt ribs and we can toast all the people we are thankful for.”

“Amen, Roxie.”

The Rev. Dr. Jim Watkins and Roxie