ever bring him to his knees. Unfortunately, I was wrong. A massive heart attack did just that last spring. It was one challenge he didn’t victoriously walk away from.
“The good die young and without reason,” I remember my mother whispering at the gravesite, clutching a tissue for dear life. Her hand lay rested on his beautifully crafted dark, wooden casket I made in his honor, while she looked upon her one and only, her dear Benjamin for the last time.
I wished he had lived longer than he did, but I suppose, after 55 years, God had a different plan for his life that mom and I didn’t quite understand.
I can still hear dad saying, “The things that happen to us in life and the places those things take us, are all apart of a bigger plan, a more beautifully painted picture. The trials of life makes us into who we will become, setting the stage for the part we will eventually play in a strangers life.”
What wise words of wisdom, spoken from an honest man. How could he have known about the events that would take place in my future? How could he have known that my path would cross with a stranger that made me feel something I never have before? How could he have known that the person lying in the hospital bed in front of me is someone who needs me more than anyone in the world? I don’t even know her name; I’m not even sure if she remembers it either.
It wasn’t until today that something inside me changed. She wanted me to stay. She tells me that she doesn’t have any family here. She doesn’t remember anyone except for me, prior to her injury. Her thoughts she tries so hard to express are mostly fragmented sentences; her words are jumbled and spoken with a stutter.
She had been bandaged for almost a week from the chin up, with a leg and arm cast to match. It’s a miracle she’s still alive, and not only alive, but fully alert and aware after the accident. It’s a miracle that I pulled her from the bloody and glass-covered pavement, carrying her down the busy city streets of Austin, in my arms, into a local hospital nearby. If she had arrived a minute later, doctors tell me that there was a chance she wouldn’t have survived.
The nurse told the injured woman that she owed me her life, but I humbly disagreed. She didn’t owe me a single thing. It was my duty to help her when she needed it. It was how my father taught me and his father taught him. I learned to be incredibly selfless and true to myself as well as to others. I knew that my reward was in knowing that I did the right thing and that I helped save a young woman’s life, regardless of what I thought I would get in return. However, I did receive something from the girl I saved that I didn’t quite expect.
I couldn’t help, but notice after the nurse had removed the blood soaked bandages the day before, just how beautiful the young woman was.
Her long, blonde, sun-kissed hair falls gracefully in layers over her chest, while the nurse positions the pillows to comfort her back and neck.
The young woman’s pretty ocean, blue-eyes won’t leave me. They are locked with great intensity to my own, making me almost afraid to break her trance, to look away.
What in the world is she staring at? I ponder. I’m the only one aside from the nurse in the hospital room. Surely she’s not admiring me the way I’m admiring her. That’s impossible. There is no way a girl like her, one with natural beauty, a face so flawless and pure, could want a guy like me. No way, I just don’t believe it. There has to be another reason why she won’t look away.
The nurse walks out of the door, just before glancing back to me, giving me a nod. I’m not sure why, maybe because she appreciates what I’m doing and why I’m doing it.
I glance down at my watch on my risk. It’s almost noon and I have to be headed to work soon, but I can’t leave her. She asked me to stay. I don’t know how to tell her I
“The good die young and without reason,” I remember my mother whispering at the gravesite, clutching a tissue for dear life. Her hand lay rested on his beautifully crafted dark, wooden casket I made in his honor, while she looked upon her one and only, her dear Benjamin for the last time.
I wished he had lived longer than he did, but I suppose, after 55 years, God had a different plan for his life that mom and I didn’t quite understand.
I can still hear dad saying, “The things that happen to us in life and the places those things take us, are all apart of a bigger plan, a more beautifully painted picture. The trials of life makes us into who we will become, setting the stage for the part we will eventually play in a strangers life.”
What wise words of wisdom, spoken from an honest man. How could he have known about the events that would take place in my future? How could he have known that my path would cross with a stranger that made me feel something I never have before? How could he have known that the person lying in the hospital bed in front of me is someone who needs me more than anyone in the world? I don’t even know her name; I’m not even sure if she remembers it either.
It wasn’t until today that something inside me changed. She wanted me to stay. She tells me that she doesn’t have any family here. She doesn’t remember anyone except for me, prior to her injury. Her thoughts she tries so hard to express are mostly fragmented sentences; her words are jumbled and spoken with a stutter.
She had been bandaged for almost a week from the chin up, with a leg and arm cast to match. It’s a miracle she’s still alive, and not only alive, but fully alert and aware after the accident. It’s a miracle that I pulled her from the bloody and glass-covered pavement, carrying her down the busy city streets of Austin, in my arms, into a local hospital nearby. If she had arrived a minute later, doctors tell me that there was a chance she wouldn’t have survived.
The nurse told the injured woman that she owed me her life, but I humbly disagreed. She didn’t owe me a single thing. It was my duty to help her when she needed it. It was how my father taught me and his father taught him. I learned to be incredibly selfless and true to myself as well as to others. I knew that my reward was in knowing that I did the right thing and that I helped save a young woman’s life, regardless of what I thought I would get in return. However, I did receive something from the girl I saved that I didn’t quite expect.
I couldn’t help, but notice after the nurse had removed the blood soaked bandages the day before, just how beautiful the young woman was.
Her long, blonde, sun-kissed hair falls gracefully in layers over her chest, while the nurse positions the pillows to comfort her back and neck.
The young woman’s pretty ocean, blue-eyes won’t leave me. They are locked with great intensity to my own, making me almost afraid to break her trance, to look away.
What in the world is she staring at? I ponder. I’m the only one aside from the nurse in the hospital room. Surely she’s not admiring me the way I’m admiring her. That’s impossible. There is no way a girl like her, one with natural beauty, a face so flawless and pure, could want a guy like me. No way, I just don’t believe it. There has to be another reason why she won’t look away.
The nurse walks out of the door, just before glancing back to me, giving me a nod. I’m not sure why, maybe because she appreciates what I’m doing and why I’m doing it.
I glance down at my watch on my risk. It’s almost noon and I have to be headed to work soon, but I can’t leave her. She asked me to stay. I don’t know how to tell her I
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