This fellow was outside on the grounds when I came out of work. He only has one good leg, yet he seems to manage pretty well.
Like me, he has learned to balance in life. To take the time to make adjustments when life might throw something to knock you over.
Maybe you are no longer the person you once were–thrown off kilter by the unexpected. And now you stand as a different you.
But no matter what changes, whether physical or other, it is all still you.
For we are not finite. Instead, an ever morphing being. And it is our job, like this bird, to go with each change and think:
I am a Phoenix