..two feet

To my knowledge no one has ever expounded on the wonder and versitility of two feet...

I, who have just spent four endless days with only one foot - Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday - regret that I am not a poet and, thus, unable to adequately praise such a gift; I regret all the times I have passed a wheelchair, walker bound person without giving thanks for two feet; I regret that I have taken two feet mostly for granted.

With two feet you can stand unassisted in the middle of a room, a park, a driveway, a sidewalk; with one foot, unless you are the Karate Kid, you fall on your face.

With two feet, standing tall, you can reach the stove, the sink, a table or the food in the frig; with one foot you are on the ground, knee level at best, where nothing, not even a toothbrush is available without some struggle.

With two feet you can stand in the shower or bend over a sink to wash your hair and even your armpits; with one foot you don't wash at all and you begin to smell a bit pungent.

With two feet bathroom privledges are taken for granted; with one foot a trip to the accomodation is an arduous ordeal and not to be embarked on lightly.

With two feet you are independent, invincible; with one foot people wait on you, are anxious for you and you are helpless.

This is day five.
This is Tuesday.
I have two feet.
I am a happy woman.