Wednesday, April 11, 2012

June 10, 2011

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love and a time to hate,
A time for war and a time for peace.”

I do not think it is any surprise that we had plenty of tears during our trial from the car accident. Even in trouble time, we had laughs.

This one feels like a Candid Camera moment. You pretty much become familiar with hospital workers after many weeks of stay. To begin my rehab, I was moved to a wing where NO PATIENT could walk. Everybody was either on bed or in wheelchair. I was the youngest one on that floor. During the day, I opted to lay on a recliner so I could have a break from hospital bed. On the last week of rehab hospital, boys were sent to a friend’s house for a week of sleepover. Stuart moved into my room to start training course with therapists to understand better how to help me with transition to home.

Stuart and I agreed that when I lay on my recliner during the day, he gets to lay in my hospital bed. At night, we switched. Like I said, I knew faces pretty well. One day at lunch time, a new worker walked into my room. She immediately assumed that I was a visitor, and Stuart was the patient. She asked where he would like the lunch to be placed in the room. He threw off the blanket and got up to walk around the hospital bed. I searched for her facial expression. Puzzled. Shock. Disbelief. Jaw dropping look. She took a step back. She looked back to the door frequently to look for a nurse. Stuart caught on and said, “I am not the patient! She is!” Still shocked, she asked for my hospital bracelet to be sure. She admitted then that she thought she saw a miracle right there and was ready to scream "I got a walking patient! It is a miracle!" We had good laughs!

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