How do we move forward?

My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.

That morning, I was bicycling to work when a garbage truck turned across a city bike lane. I was in that bike lane.

I was critically injured in the accident. A team of trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my left leg. I had a long road ahead of me, physically and emotionally, yet I was grateful to be alive.

An ending can be a beginning too. I started over.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.

Gradually I learned to walk again. So I began counting steps. Then miles.

Over time, that journey turned a corner. It became less about my own recovery and more about resilience -- the connection we all share.

Ten years later, I still take one step at a time. Yes, there are bumps in the road, but each step means rising to new challenges, adapting to change, and moving forward with hope.

Are you on your own journey?


Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Where's My Wallet?

Hello from Mile Marker 10,437...

...where I lost my wallet.  Again!

I've been working on a bunch of blog posts, but like everything else these days, they're so messy and jumbled, they may never survive cyberspace. 

So instead, I'll tell this story.  

It's called The Way The World Is.

Wait, you say.  I already know how the world is, and I definitely DON'T want to hear about it!

I totally get it.  

But you might want to hear this version.

THIS is my wallet.

(Cute, right?)

And THIS is Wawa.

(Thanks WPST, for the photo.)

Two Saturdays ago, I ran into this Wawa -- with that wallet -- to buy my dad a pint of cherry vanilla ice cream. 

Ok, truth.  I didn't quite run.  

Also, they were out of cherry vanilla.  

So I chose a pint of Cherry Garcia which -- you might agree -- is a pretty good alternative.  Maybe even a step above.  

I paid at the register.  Scooped my change off that little coin chute.  Made my way out of the store.  (I've become an efficient shopper during the pandemic!)

Possibly too efficient.

I hopped back into the car where my mom was waiting.  Handed her the container.  Headed toward home.

Dad was a happy camper.

While he ate his ice cream, my mom and I spent a lovely afternoon planting flowers in the backyard.  By the time I got home that night, it was late.  And that's when I realized... Gulp.

Where's my wallet??

It was pretty easy to retrace my steps -- I mean, after searching the entire car with a flashlight and emptying every bag I own!  At quarter to midnight, I even had my parents searching their house.  Nothing.

It could only be one place.  

As we say in Philly... "The Wa."

Lucky for me, this particular Wawa has a very informative Facebook page.  (Go ahead, "like" them!)

And even luckier for me, when I dialed their number, a friendly, helpful employee answered the phone.

And -- if I could push my luck even further -- THEY FOUND MY WALLET.

Yes, after almost 9 hours MIA, my wallet was locked safely in the Wawa manager's office!

Lucky me.

At sunrise, my mom drove there to get the wallet.  She called to tell me it was completely intact -- right down to a few dollar bills and the dry cleaning ticket in the front pocket.  Woo-hoo!!  I planned to pick it up from her later.

That's where the luck wavers a bit.  

I got sick and couldn't drive out there to get it.  

It was chronic abdominal stuff -- leftover from my accident -- but that's a story for another blog post.  I'm on the mend now.  

(See, lucky??)

And my wonderful parents -- resourceful as they are -- packed the wallet into a box, sealed it up like Fort Knox, and took it to the post office.  

A day later, it arrived home safe and sound.

Don't you just love happy endings?

Hold on.  It's not quite the end.

This is not the first time I've lost my wallet.  Or even the second time.  It's actually the THIRD. 

#1 was at Macy's.
#2 was on 3rd Street.
And #3...  Well, you know.

Each time, my wallet has miraculously found its way back me, contents undisturbed.  All because of the kindness of strangers.

There's a lesson here.  I know there is.

I should keep better track of my stuff.  (My dad wholeheartedly agrees.)

I should keep my wallet in a purse.  (My mom seconds that.)

But wait, maybe there's another lesson. Yes, yes.  There's definitely another.

It's this.  This story.  THIS is how the world is. 

As complex and convoluted as the world can be, good stuff happens too -- once in a while.  Sometimes luck is on our side.  And best of all, there are plenty of GOOD PEOPLE out there.

I keep this little comic strip on my fridge as a reminder.  But lately I've forgotten to look at it.  So I'm just gonna leave it here.

In case you need a reminder too. 

And that's the way it is.
Walk on,


  1. Bruce kept a comic strip on the fridge for years….The wizard of Id……He looks out the window….it is snowing …his wife asks , what’s the forecast? He turns and say Spring……strangely your Mom who has the weight of the world on her shoulders keeps me buoyed… I love this blog and how it worked out…. Thanks from one of your biggest fans!

  2. Love this, love you!