Nell MohneyOn Sunday, May 24, I invited Bishop Richard Looney to teach my Sunday School class on the Day of Pentecost. He gave a descriptive account of what happened on the first Pentecost and the class members were so appreciative, they stood immediately when the bishop finished speaking.
Though I was perhaps more grateful than anyone in the room for the bishop’s teaching, I knew I was dizzy and should not stand. Still, I thought I couldn’t sit there when everyone else was standing. So I stood – and fell immediately to the floor. It was not a hard fall and I was told at the hospital emergency room that it would not require surgery. I was elated, but the first lesson I learned is that life has a way of changing on us.
On Wednesday, May 27, someone was walking me to the restroom. I fainted and they dropped me to the floor. The injuries from that fall that required surgery.
The second lesson I learned from the fall is that, in recuperation you have to do some things that you don’t enjoy. For example, one day in occupational therapy, I was asked to place bridge cards on top of the same kind of card on a board. Suddenly, I declared, “This is boring!” The leader replied, “I know, but you are learning some skills for tough living.”
And finally, I learned that all my therapy leaders have an amazing amount of compassion. You’d think that having to deal with so many people with needs would make them less patient. Thank goodness they seem to come equipped with all the skills of encouragement.