posted on Jun, 16 2018 @ 12:04 AM
When I was just a little kid, maybe 6 or so, I had to go into the hospital and have surgery. I remember that day, those days.
I had to stay over (in the hospital) for a couple days.. What I am about to tell here is a very profound story, a defining moment in my life. I was
just a kid of 6.
I had this surgery, gut surgery, and I had to stay over for a couple nights. There was no one there. After visiting hours, my parents and everyone
went home. The place got quiet. It was night.
On the third night I was bored, and I woke up. I left my room and walked down the hall (I was 6, but I remember this moment vividly, like no other).
The hospital hallway was dimmed down, it was night. I wasn't supposed to be up and walking around, but I was. I walked by several rooms and at one
point this person said..."HI". I didn't know where it came from, but he said it again..."HI"
I looked around and couldn't see anything, except for this crazy hospital bed with about a 8' diameter metal ring around it. It was where the sound
came from. I looked and this kid, just like me, said "HI" He was a nice kid, and he just wanted to talk. I was 6, and I was alone.
It's a long story, but this little boy, just like me, had broken his neck...and he was in this crazy bed which rotated like a big wheel. (this was
late 60's). He was a nice kid, and he just wanted to talk, to someone...anyone.
I learned about "forever" in that moment.
You know, most parents and adults want to coach you, tell you and make you behave a certain way, but that night, it was just us...two little boys
discovering life. He said he didn't think he would ever walk again. I remember that, it was profound to me. I told him, encouragingly, he would.
But he knew different. He was very matter of fact about it, but he seemed to dwell on the fact he wouldn't walk again. Sadly, it was worse than
that. He was a quadriplegic, so not only would he not walk again, but he also wouldn't use his arms/hands ever again.
Before that moment, "forever" seemed like when you went to the first day of school in August, and the month of May when school was out was "forever",
but this was different.
He asked me I would get this comic book off the nightstand for him. I did. He asked me to turn the pages. I started reading the comic captions. He
said, "I"m not blind, I just can't walk, or use my arms!"". I felt so bad, but we learned something from each other that day.