Making Omelets

I turned the wrong direction. My arm brushed against something solid on the counter, which slid to the floor. I heard the cracking sound and knew the eggs were broken. You cannot repair broken eggs. You must either count them a total loss and pitch them in the garbage, or create an omelet. Life is like those eggs. Some things get broken; bones, treasures, hearts - often by accident, but sometimes by design. There’s no turning back. We can’t always mend or restore parts crushed in the calamities of life. But, we can search within ourselves and find the will to survive.