Last week I sustained a knee injury from football that left me with a sprained cruciate ligament (the doctors say that’s quite a bad thing), fluids in my joints and a suspected cartilage tear that produced troubling ‘clicks’ and pain when I walk.
Now I wouldn’t trouble you with the tale of woes of the NHS experience that followed in the bid to fix this, but as a strongly opined person I would conclude by saying I am an enduring critic of the NHS system, and for good reasons too: Despite their many good works, they could be much better 🙂 Also, although not relevant to this blog, I will use this opportunity to say, ‘GPs are overrated, and Nurses are underrated and underpaid!’
Anyway, at the time of writing of this column, the only thing I had managed from 3 trips to 2 different hospitals and 1 GP, was to be told that I have a bad knee injury (duh?), pain killers which cost me £7ish (and felt no more like paracetamol) and a promise of a scan in the unforeseen future. To summarize, I was really in a bad state and could not walk properly until…
Ben the CrutchMan and friend comes to the rescue! Yep, he offered me one of the crutches he used during a similar but worse knee experience (or a man-graze?).
That crutch radically changed my life.
At best, I have received so much sympathy from work colleagues who never took my injury serious until they actually say me with a crutch (yeah, you can say it – the superficiality of life!). Also I have been a recipient of many a great seat on trains and the tube – no matter how crammed it is – and that makes me wanna keep the crutch for the whole year.
At average, I walk with less pain than before.
At worst, my friends now call me ‘Hoppy’.
But perhaps, the most important, is the lesson/reflection/perspective that God beamed on me as I walked to and from work, with the crutch:
For the first time in my recent memory; my life considerably slowed down – and this was not by choice. I mean, without the crutch I could go nowhere; as I worked from home and didn’t know the difference. However, with the crutch, I had to go into office and at a snail’s pace.
As I walked down the brobdingnagian and Barmecidal paths of Canary wharf, one of the greatest financial hubs of the world, everything seamlessly flowed in the forceful tide of life…
Well everything apart from me.
In that moment, the scales fell off my eyes God made me realize how my own life ran so fast, and at a frightful pace that was not necessarily prescribed by Him but by the world.
This has raised a number of questions that I don’t yet have an answer to……….
- How can we live a God paced life in world paced environment?
- How do we handle the surging impact of virtual social media relationships versus real relationships?
- Work, goals, achievements and other grandiose pursuits. How can we ensure in real terms that we keep the supremacy of God’s purpose?
Maybe I will come up with some answers worth sharing, in which case expect some more blogs. Or maybe (and I believe much more excitingly), you have some answers you would be willing to share with me?
WRITTEN BY AUSTEEN AMEH