The Dreaded Flu Shot

I have avoided getting the flue shot for all of my adult life. I would rather be sick than have a needle in my arm. However the last few years I have gotten the flu. I usually start getting sick around Thanksgiving and stay sick through January. Every year the Dr. Lectures me about not getting the flu shot. I was in so much pain last year that I decided to be brave and go in for my shot. I remember the last time I had to get a shot. I was 16 or 17 years old and we were living in Germany. I can still picture the office. We needed to get a shot in order to come back to the US. I panicked and cried like a baby. So as I walked into the office this afternoon I apologized in advanced for crying. There were three nurses standing in there. I can spot a trainee a mile away. I said no way. So the other nurse gave me the thought. I am proud to say that not a tear came to my eye. I called my daddy and told him of my accomplishment. He said I was growing up. I think it was the 18 little prayers that said from my classmates and their encouraging words that they said as they shared their flu shot stories and the 19 hugs they gave me before they left school. I thank God every day for those little children that he has put into my care.