Bend: (v) to shape or force something straight into a curve
I cannot tell you how many nibbles I have in my ass from all the things I’ve taken for granted, which have now come back to bite me.
I think it’s probably the greatest lesson I’ve learned–since everything in life is basically temporary, don’t allow yourself to become permanently smug.
When I was much younger, I was very athletic–not in the conventional sense of playing for organized teams, but I was pretty proficient at most games.
This was especially significant since all of my life, I have struggled with obesity. So I always heard the phrase, “You really move good for a big man.”
This caused me to puff up my chest, believing that my present prowess, provided by my youth, would continue on into my later years.
I never stopped to thank God for the parts of me that bend, because I assumed they would continue their vigil.
First my ankles bothered me, then my knees, and I will stop there because I don’t want to encourage further sympathy from body parts which have not yet given up.
I am in awe of bending knees. What a magnificent joint.
So since I have not retained the ability to bend all of my human physical parts with as much efficiency as I once did, I have decided to compensate by bending my will and mercy in directions that establish … my greater flexibility.