what took so long?
over the years since the accident, i’ve thought about various activities that i would be able to do that didn’t require the use of my legs. kayaking was one i have long thought i could do. but…there has been this fear. first of all, i didn’t know for sure how i would get my legs into one of these little things and then into the water. and second, which was the fear-producing thing for me; if i tip the kayak over, how will i ever get these long gangly mostly-paralyzed legs out in time to keep myself from drinking excessive amounts of water infused with duck poop? so, i’ve gone years. no…decades without trying it. without risking it.
so while in wisconsin a couple of weeks ago, we deliberated about giving it a shot. and our deliberation ended with me being lifted and slid into this brightly colored craft and then pushed into the St. Croix River. and then a two-and-a-half hour adventure downstream with my family and friends to the pick up site. it was awesome! seriously awesome! and of course, now i want one. matter of fact, i want to be out on the water right now.
when i was a “fresh cut gimp” as some of the “old guys” at rehab used to call us who were new at the paralysis thing, i took more risks. and sometimes my risks left me with more injuries. so over the years, it’s not like i’ve stopped risking, but i have had limits. up until a couple of weeks ago, this was one of them. but now, there is a whole new door that is open to me. the thing is, i was the one who wouldn’t grab onto that door knob and turn it. i was the one who kept it shut. how often, and in what various kinds of ways do we do that kind of thing?
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9