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| the littlest boo-boo covered by hello kitty...the rest I shall leave to the imagination, not to disclose |
my title isn't so funny anymore...last year it was funny, this year, I think the scar may be a bit more memorable. I do apologize for not posting a happy thoughts for yesterday I was a bit under the weather...
I apologize for the graphics. Well yesterday I was finishing up a run, it was about 7:00 and still dark outside due to the yucky, rainy sky. Jeanne-Claire and I had just parted ways and I was headed back to "The Heights" when I went to take a turn and.... lost my footing on some slippery business underneath my feet, either leaves or concrete, and the rest is history. My head on the curb broke my fall, skinned my hands, bruised my hip, jostled up real good...and rolled. The Lord was certainly protecting me, a service worker was stopped at the corner by some miracle and ran over to me... took one look and shrieked at the massive amounts of blood running down my shirt. yikes. He called the ambulance and they got me to the hospital. I never looked at my face but the little custodian lady whom I am sure is the resident Grandma just kept coming by saying "Oh dear bless your heart, what happened?? Oh my goodness.....oh gosh that's just awful..." What reassurance. I won't go into the creepy-ASU-policeman description but it didn't help the situation of people piling around me asking questions. In tears and shock I managed to call mom and mumble out the situation....nothing like that to wake up parents at 7:45 a.m. The hours waiting on the plastic surgeon were spent with the greatest of companions....Lauren, Rachel, Morgan, Jeremy, and Ellen came piling in one by one to sit with me as the wonderful Watauga Medical Center morning staff left me there for bleed until 11:45 (you can tell how I feel about that, ha). And finally after hours of waiting, nearly passing out from the cleansing process, squirming through stitches, and a few more visits from my adopted grandma....I was outta there. Mom and Dad of course insisted on coming up for an evening and Laura came over for comical relief and lots of hugs...
and there ends my surprisingly brief recap of a twisted unexpected morning....and now you see why slippery leaves are never funny. At least to this beat up, bruised up runner....
However, much love, truth and joy have come of this incident. The Lord has revealed to me more and more each moment the abundance of love and grace he has placed in my life...Oh, how we take this for granted until sadly something has to happen for it to smack us in the face, no pun intended. The fall could have ended so much worse and I could have been all alone at college. But no, I have been so graciously given the most wonderful and support system of sisters, friends and family. Tears have been wiped away not only from physical pain, but also from the realization that the God of all healing never leaves us. He sends his hands to us through angels, joyful laughter, hugs, and prayers of those we call loved and dear. From the bottom of my heart I thank you all for your companionship, you all are gifts.
So you see this is certainly a terrible blog concept turned into a litany of joy through all circumstances.
slippery leaves or not, we are not crushed for joy comes in the morning,
chloe`
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