Chicken Soup for the Soul - December 19

When I was a teen, my grandmother taught me how to cross-stitch. I was apprehensive at first, sure that my disability would interfere. It always did. My grandmother reassured me that I could do simple patterns at my own pace.
There were curses; there were smiles. There were times I quit and times I began again. But when I completed my first pattern I realized the mistakes and curses were twined with perfect stitches and smiles to create something brand new. Just like life.
It's a lesson I re-learn every time I thread a needle.

Edison