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Topic: In-Law(s) (05/08/08)
TITLE: IN-LAWS IN-HIM - AND THEIR MUNCHKINS
By Karen Sunderland
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I never did see that bus cross the intersection because I was hit by a pick-up truck going a bit over 45mph. How did that happen? Well, when a high school student passed through the intersection in his pick-up truck, a car rear-ended him. To avoid further damage to his truck, the student turned onto the sidewalk and hit me on his way to the field behind me.
I was flown by helicopter to a hospital in a neighboring suburb of Phoenix, Arizona. All I remember about the accident is waking up to a kind nurse who held a dish for me to vomit into, as a surgeon asserted that my accident was a miracle, since I had no broken bones. Yes, I did have a broken rib or two and a broken big-toe; but I also had an arm bone, many knee bones, and probably a facial bone that should have been broken - but weren't. Furthermore, though my entire brain was damaged by the hit, I lost no mental capabilities. And last but not least; an excellent, good-Samaritan plastic-surgeon repaired my face - in spite of the fact that I had no insurance.
I spent five days in the hospital and slept soundly most of that time due to the brain damage. My non-Christian landlady, a nurse, took me home on the fifth day. Nevertheless, I could only rent her room for another month, as the work I was able to continue doing after the accident was not enough to cover the rent. So, I asked my local church to help me find a place to stay that would require very little money.
You might wonder why I didn't just go back home to New York State. Well, I was still struggling with getting my act together in life - a thing I should have done years before, but hadn't. And added to that - I feared that if I returned home with my brain-injury still recent and was verbally abused, I might never be able to get back up onto my mental-feet again.
One church family did decide to take me in: a family with four young children, two in early elementary school and the other two - ages 3 and 2. I wondered about that - especially about how I with my brain damage would get on with the two munchkins. On the other hand, there were no other offers - so I chose to trust my dear Lord.
After entering my new home and sitting on the sofa in the living room; John-John, the two-year-old, welcomed me with a gift-spoon from the kitchen. The living room soon became my post for listening to Christian music, and John-John and his 3-year-old sister would often join me there - one sitting to my left on the sofa and one sitting to my right in the sofa chair. We talked about easy things for someone with recent brain-damage to handle socially - matters such as discomforts, boo-boos, and day-to-day stuff. And - I came to enjoy those chat sessions with the two munchkins.
When I was able to leave the home of this hospitable family and the Phoenix area for a place closer to New York State; the mother requested that I not tell the munchkins I was leaving, as they would cry - and so would I. This family and their little ones had given me a home and fellowship that met my need at a time when I was too weak to help myself. Only God could have known the healing experience these in-laws in-Him would be to me.
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