I never saw my own perfect bit mark until I was 15 years old, after I healed from my first double jaw surgery. When I looked down at whatever I was eating and didn’t see a mangled curve of poorly placed teeth, I burst into to tears. Everyone was asking if I was okay, wondering if I hurt my jaw. My mouth was full, so I just pointed and mumbled, “I can fee my feef!”. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy except for my grandfather, who only has one leg due to a car accident 20 years ago. Since he has had experience with pain and appreciating the little things, he immediately understood and told me only someone in my situation would appreciate such a small miracle. And I realized that’s exactly what is was for me; a little miracle that showed I was making progress despite the pain I was in.
My bite eventually deteriorated and I could barely bite into anything at all (only my front four teeth touched) before my second surgery in November. Fortunately, almost all of my nerve pain is gone now, but I still have pain from my broken jaw. So when I start feeling sorry for myself I take a bite out of something and appreciate that perfect mark, my little miracle.
What little things do you try to appreciate in everyday life? Comment below and let me know!