Broken Wing

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Ugh. I had almost finished my grocery shopping when I remembered. At least I was still in the store. Pushing my cart all the way to the back of the store again, I spotted the forgotten item. Well, actually, it was a case of forgotten items; 24 single serving bottles of water. No big deal. Right?
Wrong. It wouldn’t have been a big deal. But for a couple of weeks, I had been dealing with an aggravating ache in my upper right arm. The P.E. teacher at my school had diagnosed my pain as, most likely, a rotator cuff injury. I knew I couldn’t hoist the case of water into my cart with my left arm alone. So I grimaced and looked around to make sure that nobody was close enough to hear me groan as I struggled to get the case of water to the bottom rack of my cart. “OUCH!” I silently moaned.
Old woman. I’m just an old woman. I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for myself. My husband would have helped me if I had asked him to come to the store with me. But I had just left a meeting at church and the store was a convenient stop on the way home. And I needed the water. I di...

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