When Life Throws You A Curve

Growing up I always thought I would be the strong one, the healthy one, the one that lived on longer than anyone else. Why not, I could run a mile under 5 minutes, I was all-confrence all-county in Cross-country, and I rode a bicycle from CA to FL, NY to FL and around the perimeter of Wales in the United Kingdom, not to bragg, but to prove my point. If I have done all of this then why am I the one to be diagnosed with Diabetes at the prime age of 25? Just when my life seems to have been getting on its way. I just started my teaching job, I am soon to be married, and I just finished building a place to live and whammo this strikes. Talk about a blow. It makes a person such as I ask why? Why me? Why now? Why not when I am 60, old and grey. At the same time, I am trying to be optimistic. Sure, the sugar tests and shots of insulin are a pain(literally), but it could be worse. I know there are many others who have much worse problems than myself. I could be going through chemo, or know that I only have months to live. So I have chosen to make the best of the situation and press on even though I once again have learned that life is not a bed of roses. I sure am glad this world is not my home. One day I will have a new body, a heavenly body, thank you Jesus.