Raindrops And Rainbows

I am a ballroom dancer long before Dancing with the Stars was a twinkle in the eye of some producers. My husband and I started to ballroom dance in our forties. We were in Paris with a travel group and we went to a nightclub. Many seniors got up and danced. I vowed to myself that we would dance even better than them next year at our celebration party. I had always loved to dance, and when I was twenty or so I took lessons at a franchised dance studio. I learned nothing except that they grabbed my five hundred dollars for fifty lessons. Shortly after, I had a so-called boyfriend, who was a part-time dance teacher. He tried to teach me the Rumba, but he did not know too much and he charged me per lesson. I dumped him and the lessons. So in almost midlife, my husband and I took lessons together. My husband only socially danced and he never competed in dance competitions. I competed in dance competitions with my dance teachers (coaches). The teacher was the pro (professional) and I was the am (amateur). I danced in competitions in a half dozen states and I won fifty-eight trophies and medals. The student gets to keep and own the awards which reside on special shelves I had built to display them. They are a symbol of what people can start and accomplish in almost middle-age. The trophies and medals are in the kitchen and other parts of the house. I can view them wherever I go in the house to remind me of what anyone can attain, regardless of their now age. At age forty, I earned a college degree, graduating with honors. I was the oldest person in the class. I went to college part-time for five years, having a husband, two children, between the ages of seven and three at that time, and a widowed mother, who I drove to places so I could be with her and to assist her in grocery shopping, hair appointments and pleasure events. It took me five years to receive my degree. There is a saying, “A series of raindrops can become a torrential rain.” But I like to say, “A series of raindrops can become a rainbow of life.” Now fast forward to life at seventy-nine, a senior for sure. I have not danced for almost two years due to severe Arthritis in both knees. I have tried shots, physical therapy; do my bike. Now I have started with a new orthopedic doctor and I am getting 3 single shots, one week at a time. So far, it is a miracle for me. I can walk very well without pain. The shots should last 4-6 months and if necessary, you are allowed to get another set of 3. They are made with some chicken ingredient, not cortisone or thereabouts. If you love chicken and are not allergic to it, this is wonderful. It is not Synvisc, another brand that is working well for me. So my rainbow is a measly chicken or two and etc. in whatever way it is made. So my raindrops are now becoming a chicken walking across the road, I guess, to help old seniors with knee problems. I use to read to my kids the story of chicken little. Thank you chicken little for being my friend in need. elita sohmer clayman