Today is my Mom’s birthday. I was the first in my family to with her a “Happy Birthday!” Birthdays are important to me.
This morning, my “Mottos for Success” book read: “Though God’s ways of operating may perplex us at times, if we trust Him, in due time we will understand.”
\Wow.
I am not going to say that I understand because I don’t. My Mom tells me that God is talking to me. I can’t really hear him. I’m okay with having monologues with God as a means of discourse. I’ve heard I won’t hear Him like I think I will but that I should still listen. Perhaps he IS trying to teach me a lesson. A lesson in humility. In the past few days, I have definitely been humbled!
Working out at Barwis was hard last week. I only got 8 yards off on Wednesday. My right leg is my “poop leg.” It is NOT strong and it gives me the most problems. I was prepared to go in on Friday and work my hardest! I had my road test at 9:40 (I passed). I drive with hand controls and periodically have to take road tests. I was going to get my oil changed and tires rotated, see Ender’s Game with my son, and then go to Barwis.
As we are waiting for our car, I go in to use the restroom. I LOVE the restroom at Les Stanford (my car service place). The facility is spacious and EXTREMELY handicapped accessible! Just when I am about to get back into my chair, my chair slips backward and end up on the floor. I didn’t get hurt nor did I freak out. A short time later, my son calls me on my cell phone and asks where I am. I tell him that I am on the floor in the women’s restroom. He tells me that he will be right there to help. I say, “Babe, there is nothing you can do. Tell Dan.” I unlock the door and sit up on the floor. Dan is the service guy. I ABSOLUTELY love him! He knocks at the door and tells me that it is him. Just behind him is Keith. I’m not sure what Keith does but he works there too.
They both walk into the restroom and Dan closes and locks the door. I am BEYOND embarrassed! I tell them that I have never been in a public restroom with two men in my life! They both chuckle. Dan asks what they should do. I tell him that “I can’t see beyond my flush!” I tell them to lift me like my trainers do at Barwis. Both men grab an arm and a leg and I put my arms around their necks. They can lift me into the chair. Which they do. They finish up my car and we are on our way. I STILL am embarrassed no matter how many times both men told me that I shouldn’t be and that it’s okay.
A few days later, I am at work and I need assistance from the office manager (my brother’s fiancé) in the restroom again at work at the end of the day. She helps me and I tell her all about Keith and Dan and my embarrassment. Later that evening, I am going to my son’s football banquet at his school. I can’t transfer from my car to my wheelchair. I am there with my 12 years old and I am not sure what to do. A man I have never seen before asks me if I need a hand. I give my standard reply of “two legs would be nice” with a smile. I accept his help and he and my son assist me to get into my wheelchair. I don’t know if he was a football Dad or a cheerleading Dad. I don’t know who he was; I have never seen him before but he helped me and was gone. I didn’t see him again.
Wow. 3 different times I was completely EMBARRASSED but 3 different times complete strangers helped me out. Thanks!