A broken leg, but not a broken heart

My hus­band recently broke his leg play­ing bas­ket­ball. He was going up for a lay up, and some rough guy fouled him while he was in the air. My hus­band fell on his leg, heard a crack, and then crawled off the court, bloody legs and all. He even drove him­self home, and didn’t com­plain once. We wouldn’t have believed it was bro­ken unless the xrays showed the crack through his fibula. He’s a run­ner… a 2-hour-and-58-minute-Boston-marathon-finisher. I know I’m biased, but I think he’s pretty bad ass.

What is most incred­i­ble, is that he hasn’t lost heart. He flew to his cousin’s wed­ding in Col­orado Springs, and walked around the poorly hand­i­cap acces­si­ble grounds that you encounter while trav­el­ing. Then he flew to a con­fer­ence that he had been look­ing for­ward to so much in the Bay Area on com­mis­sion soft­ware. You gotta have heart if you are will­ing to fly to San Fran­cisco for a con­fer­ence on some­thing as bor­ing as com­mis­sion soft­ware! wink wink… He loves it though. That’s what is so great. He pur­sues what he loves, with­out mak­ing ANY excuses for his bro­ken leg.

You can’t go through life think­ing you’ll never break your leg. And when it does, you can’t let it slow down your life. Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to draw some far-fetched metaphor between break­ing your leg and break­ing your prod­ucts, ser­vices, or user expe­ri­ence. But please, if you break your leg — be that guy that doesn’t wine, com­plain, or argue. And still PURSUE WHAT YOU LOVE. Go to events, get your­self out there, and try to enjoy your time in the cast.