At the “one month mark” of Richards accident, we are grateful for so many things.
Thankful for Richards life. His attitude. His heart.
Thankful for supportive friends, family, workplaces, and church family (Buckhead Church)
Thankful for committed individuals who went to 1000’s of hours of class and school to learn how to be the kind of medical professionals that can skillfully stabilize a spine, creativity teach independence with 1 arm, humbly clean up “accidents,” and patiently create contraptions and drugs that help heal and make life a little easier.
Thankful for all of the wonderful meals that have been brought to us!
Thankful for health and a semi-sound mind.
Thankful for the generosity that has been shown to George and I as we care for and prepare for Richards Homecoming.
Thankful for how long chili can keep in the fridge.
Thankful for your prayers. I’m pretty sure that’s how we ‘charge through’ some days.
Very thankful for God’s provision, peace, wisdom, and joy. Without these life-essentials, this last month would have probably been a “downer.” His “guns” and grace have be been our strength and smile.
And pretty darn thankful for my bed.
A short story…Richard was talking to two of the Recreational Therapists at Shepherds Center the other day. After telling how he fell and about all his injuries, one of the guys asked him what he liked doing before the injury. Richard rattled off many activities that he had enjoyed and the therapist told him about many of the options available now for him to still enjoy those activities… like jet skiing. Richard was excited by this and proceeded to tell the guys about the last time he went jet skiing… which entailed getting thrown off the jet ski, running head-on into a large, dead, carp while swimming back to the jet ski, and actually getting a ticket from the “jet-skiing-lake-cop” upon returning to the jet ski for being to close to a boat. The day also included sun-burned feet, etc., etc. While describing this “bad day at the lake,” Richard referred to it as “the worst day of his life.” One of the guys stopped him and said: “Now, are sure that was the worst day of your life?” to which Richard gestured to his legs and replied, “Oh yeah man, this is just a speed-bump.” …and that about sums-up it up.
So, thanks again to those of you helping Richard (and us) get over this speed-bump. We hope we never have to pay you back. :)
