Wednesday February 20, 2013
I remember there was one thought that suddenly popped into my mind as I was lying down holding up my broken leg… or more like as I was lying down yelling at my friends who were trying to hold my broken leg from dangling. My thought was this: “It would be very easy right now for anyone to blame God for this situation. Very justifiable." It may be the Universe, Fate, or Karma or whatever for you… but in my case it was God. Then, the thought slipped away just as fast as it had appeared and I was left with pain, fear, anxiety, and thoughts of not being able to walk again.
Looking back at it, I don’t think the injury was that bad. I’ve already forgotten how excruciating the pain was and even forgotten how awesome I felt for not showering for 3 weeks… a medal-worthy record because mind you that the injury was during a basketball game. And because the doctor did such an amazing job in robotizing me, I’m already on my way to walking normally and inevitably balling up some scrubs up again. Jk, I’m still a bit scared and don’t want to jinx my recovery… so I’ll shut up about that.
Anyway, as I was bedridden, the verse that I was reminded of was James 1:2-4.
"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”
Prior to this experience, this verse didn’t make any sense to me. Honestly, I wouldn’t blame anyone if they thought it just sounded masochistic. Because it does!
But here’s why it’s not… My mom was a nurse that worked in the Labor and Delivery department, a euphemism for Disgusting-blood-everywhere-but-cute-little-baby-out-of-nowhere department. Yes, I’m still immature. She told me a story of a fellow nurse who was in her mid 30’s, single, and most-likely bitter. This nurse would scream and yell at the women in labor. She would yell things like “PUSH!!”, “THIS IS NOTHING!!” and “IT DOESN’T EVEN HURT!!”. Cruel nurse she was. But somehow she was able to find the man of her dreams and have a child herself. The great thing about this story is that after she had the child, this nurse no longer screamed or yelled because she went through and understood what the women were going through.
I know I’m trying to connect some distant dots here, but this is exactly what I went through. If I’m truly honest with myself, I don’t think I would have been able to care for anyone like how I was cared for by my buddies Jon* and Mike and my brother. Jon pretty much used up all his vacation days to help me and Mike should have gotten a #1 dad award because he cooked for me and fed me back to recovery. My brother also stepped up to another a level of love that I never saw from another individual. They wheel-chaired me everywhere, waited hours with me in the hospital, wiped me clean with baby wipes, wasted their weekends keeping me company, and so much more. But the sad truth is, prior to this experience, because of my apathetic nature and my sheer inability to understand how a person with a broken leg feels, I just know that my attitude would have been like the nurse’s and not like these studs’.
But now, having broken my leg and been loved by not only those three but by so many more friends** that stopped by, I would have to stay I leveled up in being able to care for someone with a broken bone.
And in my opinion, that’s what the verse above is all about; that there is joy in the hope of knowing that we’ll come out a better human being. That in any trial that we go through, we’ll be able to come out a stronger person with a greater capacity to understand and to love another individual.
So be hopeful and break a leg.
*Yes ladies, he is single. Yes ladies, he is over 6ft tall. Yes, I am the best wingman ever.
**Thank you so much for being able to love without having to have broken your leg.