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And who better to receive this gift than the man who has to live with this writer?
So, here it is, Hubs. My present to you:
I Wish I Could (Do More)
Every day you wake up, you force yourself to sit up, to stand up, and to get up and get ready for work. It isn’t easy. You push through your pain. The ache radiating through your body is more than most can handle. Bending over to tie your shoes is an Olympic feat; that first push to get out of bed heroic. You push through your pain. You don’t give up.
It’s not in your nature. You weren’t raised to quit at the first sign of problems. You learned the meaning of work from your dad. The Navy pushed you further, honing an already disciplined mind. But seven years has taught me to see what others can’t: That momentary crack in the wall before you shove it back up; The slight movement made when standing up because your back almost gave out; Holding your breath when you move wrong because if you don’t, you’ll sound out your pain; The grip on the steering wheel as you get in or out of the truck, even that causing more discomfort than you deserve. But you push through your pain. You don’t give up.
So I don’t give up. I stand behind you, silent, hands on your shoulders to help you, but never pushing too hard. I’m the fall back guy. Lean back, and I’ll hold you up. Because that’s what you do for me. I’ll lend you my strength, because that’s what you do for me. How could I do any less for a man who fights so hard through the pain – who doesn’t give up – so he can take care of his family?
If it were possible, I would take the pain. I wish I could. For now, I won’t give up. I’ll hold your hand through the pain.
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