RE: GodIsGood
Quite a ride ,these past few weeks.
Travis had just turned 30 when the stroke hit. We handnt spoken in over a year. Funny how things turn out, tears of joy and sadness fall from the same eyes. Just sitting here thinking of the life he had a few weeks ago gives a shudder. A bright and strong young man, with no future. Weakness had taken over, but a mother's prayers are powerful.
Through these weeks I've been privileged to see him take his first steps and struggle to say his first words a second time. Yesterday we rolled his unused wheelchair back to the Providence Acute Rehab center. I cant say enough about the fine care he recieved while there. But I can say they gave Travis a nice reception and he left with the cute little therapist's number
Preparing for the worst has some advantages. We are grateful the 24/7 care the Drs told us would be required was never necessary. After the 'training' we never had to move him from the wheelchair to the car and back, except for that first visit home. Its easy now to remember the frightened boy so desperately trying to get out of the hospital bed and run away, long before he could take a step: And my getting to tell him , after we finally grapsed the cause of his fright, 'You're comming home with me son'. Today he'll walk up the steps to breakfast, without a cane or a brace. Even the right hand has grip and movement. We are so grateful.
Now there are plans for college. And next years hunting trips. How can the value of a second chance be reckoned? About the same as heart felt words of kindness I suppose.
Priceless.
Thanx so much.
H