It’s not very often that someone will ask a question and I know the answer to it.
I’m usually asking the kids answers to questions about square roots and wind velocity.
But I happen to know this inside out.
Sort of depressing, but I do know it.
She’s finished her second year post-treatment and is just about to start her third year without it.
And now someone wants to know if it has changed how I feel about my own recovery.
“Please! Anything! If she can be healthy, I’ll take anything.”
I remember the prayer.
Over and over.
I said that prayer.
I begged anything to see my baby girl be OK.
So now that she has long hair and she is kicking butt in the first grade, the possibility is there to forget the promise.
Then I have a stroke.
And I end up in a wheelchair.
That’s what I said.
That’s what I meant.
And if I never got any better I made that deal in my heart.
Now, I don’t believe God will necessarily go an eye for an eye.
But I watch my baby girl run in the driveway and won’t push any buttons.
I’ve earned my handicap.
To me, my daughter is worth it.