Today is the two-year anniversary of my cycling accident. There were many horrific things about the day: those terrifying seconds as I watched the truck veering straight into my path, the pain of the injuries, and the look on Curtis' face at the ER.
However, with two years of perspective, I remember the tragedy through a whole different lens. I remember the incredible generosity of friends and family. The countless meals that appeared on our doorstep. The cards and flowers that made the house look like a florist shop. The visitors who cared for our home and children-- and us. It truly brings a tear to my eye to recall all of those gestures.
I wish I could say that on April 26, 2007, I immediately appreciated all of this. But, that's not the case. I was in such a state of pain for the weeks and months that followed. In fact, I remember sitting in a radiology waiting room with that awful sling on my arm and road rash everywhere, and the woman beside me saying, "Some day, you will see that a lot of good will come from your accident." I nodded at her politely, but inside I was furious that she could make such a ludicrous statement. I couldn't hold my kids, couldn't do my job, couldn't do any of the activities I enjoyed. How in the world could any of that fall into the category of future Good?
But, isn't perspective wonderful? She was right. Right as rain. Two years later, we are settled in our beautiful neighborhood in Portland, where we always hoped to be. I get to spend every day with my gorgeous girls. I can lift my children with both arms again and truly appreciate that ability. We are close to our families once again. And the accident was the impetus for all of these blessings. Who would have imagined? So on this day, I find myself, above all, incredibly grateful for all of that Good.
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