A Walking Miracle (1)
You never expect the dreaded phone call that brings earth-shattering news. But your life can change in a moment. I was cleaning up my kitchen this past August when my friend Becky called. “Come right away to the field. Curt’s been hit in the head with a softball and may need medical attention.” My mind raced as I headed across town to the field where the church league was playing. I began to pray a desperate, nonsensical plea for God’s mercy on my husband that became a near-constant prayer for days. When he was sixteen, Curt suffered a severe closed head injury playing indoor soccer. Doctors deemed his situation hopeless and his father had started shopping for a nursing home. God had a different plan. In time, Curt was able to re-learn everything, from walking and talking to reading, writing, and feeding himself. He returned to finish high school, attend college, and marry me. I always thought of him as a walking miracle. Then, two summers ago, he had another freak knock on the head, involving a shoe that came flying off a roller coaster, of all things! That resulted in a slightly scary post-traumatic concussion requiring plenty of rest over a few weeks. Head injuries are accumulative. Curt’s been told by doctors that he must avoid getting hit on
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