posted on Nov, 13 2004 @ 12:15 AM
My father got to College on a Football Scolarship. He was not particularly the greatest talent..but he was so driven that he may well have made it to
the Pro level...except that during his 2nd to last year his knee blew out in a freak stretching accident. For several years, he asked God why did
this happen... He accepted it, he was long over his anger..but he just wanted to know why. About 10 years later, in a random conversation about why
people became Christians, my mother stated that it was her husband's going to church on crutches, walking, with his baby girls, to church, that got
her to go...and the help of the church during that difficult period that won her heart....she saw that those people LIVED their faith, not their
religion. (even more amusing was that my mom met my dad after praying to God telling him that she din't know him at all, and needed someone who knew
a little bit more about him...my Dad studies Greek, so I think that fits, lol...)
My dad tells that story to explain to his kids that we don't always know why God allows things to happen, but it is usually for the greater good. He
counts that as worth losing his chance at the Pros.
It wasn't until about a month back (now 20 years later) that we found out that my dad had multiple healed spinal fractures and bone spurs from
college football...and that if he had continued playing...he would have lost his life.
2 things from this apparantly horrible life altering experience. Bad things often happen because the alternative is worse. Sometimes we are lucky to
never find out what the worse is.
[Edited on 13-11-2004 by jlc163]