As I’ve mentioned, I teach English for a global language training company. It was a bit of a struggle to get into my student’s home tonight. There were three staircases. About ten steps to get into the old burgundy brick building’s door, once you entered, there were two additional sets of steps to get up to the condo. I held onto the railing in one hand, and one of my crutches in the other. The railing going up the second set of steps was shaky. I walked up, leading with my left leg since it sometimes dominates while going up stairs.
It took a few extra minutes. I was embarrassed. I apologized. But my student, Gabriel, assured me it’s okay he didn’t mind. His name suits him. He’s from Mexico. He works for Ford in the U.S. I’m assigned to teach him English. He’s with his three children. Sadly, he lost his wife.
It’s my own insecurity, this shortcoming. We all have them but mine is visible. God has given me students who accept me, and that is a blessing. No one ever expects to live with a disability. It’s not something we foresee as a child. It’s not how we envision our lives. It’s definitely not something we expect. But life happens, and things happen to us. Our world is imperfect, and so are we. I’ve learned to see my challenge as a part of life. This is a broken place, and suffering is a part of it.
Heaven is the only perfect place..
With golden streets and pearl gates..
Massive choirs of angels singing praise..
I’ve read in books of people who’ve visited there. -Don Piper in “90 Minutes in Heaven” writes.
Call me naïve..
I don’t recall heaven at the scene of my accident or in my hospital bed, but I felt this profound sense of peace. In the midst of crisis, chaos, catastrophe. God was watching over me.
Why do I write? “Writing has helped me heal. Writing has changed my life.” –Louise Desalvo explains in “Writing as a Hay of Healing; How Telling our Story Transforms our Lives.” What hurts you? That is what you should write. It may not make the problem go away, but it’s medically proven writing improves the neuropath ways of the brain.
What is your pain that we can or cannot see? What are you afraid to write? Tap into that place. Feel free to share your comments with me.