At a time when I needed inspiration,
I met a young girl,
Beautiful by almost any standards,
Probably no more than twenty-two
Whose boyfriend was badly injured
In an auto wreck two months before.
The doctors don’t know
If he will ever walk again.
She told me how up until that point
She more or less drifted through life
Trying to find her path,
But as a result of that accident,
Discovered physical therapy
And a purpose for her life.
I shutter to think of the difficulties
She will likely encounter,
But such devotion
Is an inspiration to me,
And who can predict,
With her motivation,
How many lives she will touch,
And how many injured bodies
She might heal.
It seems the nature of life.
Behind every tragic event,
Someone discovers themselves
And the power of love.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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