“Losing my leg was the best thing to ever happen to me.”
I was going about my usual fast-paced day at the clinic recently and trying to keep up with the schedule. Like many people, the routine gave way to a full face confrontation with reality. It was one of those encounters that makes you slow down, think deeply, and then remember it is not always that you are teaching someone else. Those kind of encounters teach you, if you take the time to listen.
Upon entering the exam room, it was not a scene too uncommon at all. A man was sitting in his wheelchair, but not the usual more advanced age person. This forty-something year old sat there as we talked about his medical conditions. He looked a little tired, but had a smile on his face throughout the discussion and examination. As we talked, he then tossed me this surprising statement: “Losing my leg was the best thing to ever happen to me.” I sat there for a few seconds as I contemplated what he had just said and was trying to decide what would be the best way to respond to this heart moment.
Many times people who have been through traumatic circumstances find it hard to find anyone who understands their life’s journey. Their plight has been one in which they have been in such a bind they either get bound up or get freed from the chains that tried to lock them up for good. It makes you think of when Peter was in prison (Acts 12) and then his chains fell off and he was released by an angel. The very people who were praying for Peter did not believe that he was released when he showed up at their home. How many times are we the same way when the very thing we have been praying for is right there in front of us? Do we do as these early Christians did and not open the door to someone knocking who wants to share with us that very thing we prayed for earnestly? When we hear that heart moment in front of us, do we leave the door still yet unopened while the knocking continues trying to get us to listen?
When there is an inclination detected that a listening ear is near that might understand, a nugget of truth slips out to test the environment and see if their heart can be safely shared. If that knock on the door results in it being opened, then real truth can be heard that can do both the speaker and listener some good. It also does the person a lot of good who is sharing to feel and know that their condition is not without some benefit to someone else. As all of us are walking, or sometimes running, done the road of lives that may be shorter than we think, it pays to take some time to sit on a bench with a friend and share.
This man shared about his journey of working hard and going about the routines that many of us take for granted when one day tragedy struck. He was left with one good leg and an amputated one. The loss put him in a wheelchair as prostheses were not tolerated well by him. He shared about how this sudden slow down of his routines had changed his life not in a harmful way, but had resulted in him having a deeper walk with God than he had ever had before. He had a demeanor that reflected what he said with a worn, but settled and peaceful look about him. His time of being thrown in a jail did not last long as he had been set free through the experience and then came to knock on my door that day in the clinic. I’m glad I opened the door. Many times, less can be more and loss can be gain.