Two days back found me discussing life stories, or synopses, at one of my favorite restaurants, Taco Bell. My new friend, Ruth, intently learned of my bus accident, tbi, and my debut book. In turn, I listened to what had occurred in her life. Her son had been born with a brain injury from a twisted cord, I believe. Chiari malformation is the name of it, specifically SyringoMeylia- Syrinx. I have yet to research his predicament, though to born with a tbi in my estimation may be a far worse tragedy. She is a very interesting lady, and hopeful we can stay in touch.
At lunch today, the restaurant manager and kind personal friend, Randy, introduced me to a fine couple. Along with the other patrons, I had noticed them being seated. I had such a pleasant conversation with Mr. Joe and Jane Doe. It’s not everyday someone inquires of your life story, your testimony, how you became you. They agreed with me in God’s sovereignty and how He orchestrates each event in our lives. Despairingly, I listened to what had transpired for Miss Jane. I say despairingly because I was shocked. It welled the empathy right out of me. I’m sure the grievous circumstances has made, or is making, my sweet friend who she is.
From our brief time together, before she had to get to therapy, my heart was tugged. Here is what I remember. Jane was biking along one of the country roads when a car slammed into her, breaking nearly every bone in her body. God is holding her together; and Mr. Joe is a sweetheart. He has assumed the role of caregiver, helping her navigate in and out of her wheelchair and so forth. It looks like he is doing the (many) little things for her. As one with what others may consider an infirmity, I would echo on or for Miss Jane’s behalf, they are not little things for us. We’re grateful for you, our caregivers, spouses, and friends. Thank you, Dana, Mr. Joe, and everyone, our angels in disguise.
Be thankful, regardless.
(Names changed for anonymity.)