On December 28, 2014 my co-ed indoor soccer career took a huge setback. I wasn’t doing anything stupid (unless you are one of the people who think playing soccer at 35 is stupid). I was just going up to head ball an airborne soccer ball. There was nobody real close to me. I didn’t get taken out by some genetically altered female (although that did happen to me in 5th grade). I just landed on it funny.
<LOUD POPPING NOISE>
(Thanks Orlin & Cohen for the images)
Suddenly my knee transformed, much to my dismay, from the top image to the bottom image. I especially like the redness around the tear in the bottom image, it really gores it up! I also tore the medial meniscus, just for good measure.
I will spare you all the details, but after many phone calls to doctors, health insurance, etc. I am in pre-op rehab. I hope to have my surgery scheduled soon.
I know in my head that the Lord promised that all things work together for good to them that love the Lord… but my heart is having a tough time with it currently. I know both sides of this conversation. “Feel sorry for me, I’m on crutches” – “It could be worse, you could be in a wheelchair” – “I can’t do anything productive” – “There are a lot of things you can do sitting at a desk!”
I could go on and on. However, each and every one of us has some version of this conversation in our head almost every day. So, instead of feeling sorry for yourself or dismissing the feelings you have about your situation make a decision to look into the most important measurement in your life.
That 18 inches from my head to my heart…