Today, I got brave. Love makes me brave. I've been watching this quiet young man on the bus for a few weeks now, in a wheelchair, with his legs strapped in, and his right arm hanging motionless. I don't have my glasses on, so I can't edit this, but I wanted to send it to you so you could communicate it to others.
I've been thinking and praying how I could speak to him because he looked so depressed and half on the point of tears sometimes. Today, I sat next to his wheelchair, in a little seat that is pulled down once the driver locks the chair in place. I rode half the way, and finally leaned over and said, "I've been praying for you for weeks, and I guess I should know your name." He told me, and smiled. I rushed right in where angels fear to tread and asked him if the doctors had told him about foods that could help him regenerate his cells, and he said no. I asked him if he knew that fried foods were his worst enemy right now, and he said no. And, before the trip was over, he had the Energy Soup recipe, how to make and ripen pineapple juice, and all about electric food which carries the current that his nerves and muscles need to get him on his feet again after his motorcycle accident.
There but for the grace of God, goes one of my sons, I thought. He didn't look depressed when he rolled off, and thanked me very enthusiastically. Now I know why I suffer through this 60 degree bus ride. It was worth it, this last year, if I am able to help this young man walk again.