What a beautiful testimony and reminder from this post: "The most important lesson I have learned is that our suffering is utterly unoriginal. Everyone has a story and that story is peppered with heartache. But, if we can remember that we’re all in this together then we don’t have to suffer alone. Let the hearts of others become one with yours as you journey through this life."
Samuel Decker Thompson wrote: “We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a new found love, or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are for forever?”
My phone call came on February 28, 2016. My daughter and I were sitting at the kitchen table when the vibration of my phone broke the silence. I saw my husband’s name light up the screen. He and my son Justin, along with a friend, had headed out to the desert for a leisurely dirt bike ride that morning and were not due to be back for a while. This call was too early for the news to be good and in my heart I knew that there would always be the life before that phone call and the life after.
“Just tell me fast,” I answered. Through his tears, my husband told me that our son was being life-flighted to the nearest hospital. After a seemingly simple fall off his bike with no visible injury, Justin couldn’t feel anything from the chest down.