Thursday, August 23, 2007
1. I am not immortal.
2. I can get hurt.
3. I take more than a day to heal.
I'm sure there are more lessons I could write about, but since I am stubborn I have to learn these three over and over. I write them here so that you can keep me accountable.
I would post a recent picture of my newest reason I have learned these lessons once again. However, they might be too graphic. The story, I can tell... BCM leadership retreat to Virginia. There was a huge house with lots of fun things to do. Enter the 4-wheelers... I had never drove one, but didn't figure it was that much difference from a car. I didn't take the terrain into consideration. Cars have roads... paved and flat. 4 wheelers have trails... muddy and anything but flat. One of my students trustingly jumped on the back and I cranked it up. After figuring out how to get it into drive, we headed off into the unknown.
There had to be 200 acres of land. All was good until we took off into the forest. There I found a steep hill, a curve and finally a deep, narrow creek. I gently applied the breaks and quickly realized we were on slick mud. As I eased up on the break I knew this was not going to end good. Every nerve in my body freaked out as I prepared for the worst.
This is the part of the story where I can't seem to remember what happened. All I can tell you is that I remember asking the girl on the back of the 4 wheeler if she was okay. Then, I felt stickers in my head, back and arm. Next, I feel the weight of the machine on my left leg. I proceed to push the thing off of me when I have multiple shots of pain run from my right hip to my knee. Me thinking I am immortal get up and start figuring out how to get this thing out of the muddy creek bed. Only two tires were in, but there was no going forward. We would have to reverse to get it unstuck. Back to the beginning of the story... I don't know how to drive a 4 wheeler. After, attempting to push we admit our weakness and begin to walk back to the house. My leg hurt, but I just thought it was a small bruise. Oh, no. I have experienced horrific bruises before. The most memorable one being when I roller bladed down a half pipe. I made it great the first time, but not so well the second time. I have pictures of it. My newest bruise may not top that one, but it does take up more square feet.
All that taught me that I am not immortal, I can get hurt, and I take more than a day to heal.
I tried to play ultimate frisbee 2 days after the accident... bad decision.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
My parents came in town to help with plans. Dad was the photographer for his high school year book. Through the years he has continued to enjoy taking pictures. Mostly of random signs and buildings. Oh, and his family. So it was only appropriate for him to take pics of Steven and I. He used the 35mm and mom used the digital. Way to go with the technology. Here are some from mom.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
As the summer comes to a close Steven and I are excited to have students starting to trickle in. It has been a wonderful summer, but very different from the past 24 for me. No camp for me and for the most part low key. Summary:
Road Trip to Birmingham to Visit My Family
Getting ready for ministry and the wedding has been the majority of our summer.