That's right, until someone loses an eye. Well I nearly lost my eye. I got 2-3 fingers directly in the eye-ball during a demo of a handball game we play with the kids. This week we were doing a Training of Trainers but it's full on participation and people get really into the games. Let me choose now to underline the fact that we're not all soccer players at Grassroot Soccer nor are we all as coordinated as others. I love everyone for being different but at some moments I love some less than others. Like when I'm doubled over on a dusty footy field with mental visions of scratched corneas and various bacteria seeping into the lesion. Too much? Yeah ok well i guess it wasn't that bad, but until my insurance goes through I can be as worried as I want. Anyway, I had a right to be concerned as the bathroom we were all using was a far cry worse than what I'd seen in Asia (and believe me, i've peed in some places you wouldn't throw your trash).
But I digress.
I am in fact fine now... it was very hard to look around with all the refocusing and whatnot the last couple of days but I am very very happy to report my vision seems to be ok. Very happy. I know these things happen and it should just serve as a reminder that life doesn't take it easy on you just because you've travelled around the world to help others. It still kicks you hard when you're not looking and makes you appreciated what little you may have. Like arms and legs and your 5 senses.
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