The last few weeks have left me with a bad case of "feeling sorry for myself."
As I desperately try to hold on to the hope I will spend the upcoming Christmas holidays with my family in America, the ugly head of life's trouble rears up and threatens to rip away at the last shreds of hopefulness I have forcing me to fight constantly with the ever present depression pushing me down into the depths of it's dark pit.
The fact my recovery process from back surgery seems to have reached a screeching halt only adds insult to injury. Being forced to withdraw from my therapy sessions has left me with little to do during the day other than lie in bed and pray the pain soon diminishes.
Yet, even with all my problems staring me in the eye, I have to stop and think of others who are suffering problems far greater than mine.
On June 20, in the eastern province of Khost, Afghanistan, a suicide bomber riding a motorcycle crashed into a NATO unit, killing three South Carolina Army National Guard members of the 133rd MP Company from Timmonsville. Their translator was killed and several members of the unit were severely wounded and numerous innocent by-standers, men, women and children were maimed, wounded and killed.
One of the severely wounded soldiers, a friend of my daughter, lost his right leg below the knee and suffered numerous internal and external injuries from the bomb blast and shards of flying shrapnel. Following several surgeries, today he remains in the Intensive Care Unit at Walter Reed Military Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland. Due to the extent of his injuries, he had been placed on a ventilator to relieve the stress on his body and keep him alive. Dialysis prevents his body from being overcome by toxins as he fights to live.
This brave soldier gave his all on the battlefield for his country, and now he continues to fight daily for his life. As I pray and wait to hear scraps of news for updates from his family and friends, I am humbled by the sacrifices and courage this young, twenty-seven year old soldier gave during his tours of service in Iraq and Afghanistan. My problems seems minute at best, compared to what he is going through now and what faces him in the hours, days, weeks and years ahead.
I, along with a large number of people, are learning our life problems can not compare with those of a wounded warrior and his family.
Join me in a prayer of thanks for the continued miracles God is working in Sgt. Robert Barber's life everyday and may God give me patience to live with my problems -- now so small in comparison.
As I desperately try to hold on to the hope I will spend the upcoming Christmas holidays with my family in America, the ugly head of life's trouble rears up and threatens to rip away at the last shreds of hopefulness I have forcing me to fight constantly with the ever present depression pushing me down into the depths of it's dark pit.
The fact my recovery process from back surgery seems to have reached a screeching halt only adds insult to injury. Being forced to withdraw from my therapy sessions has left me with little to do during the day other than lie in bed and pray the pain soon diminishes.
Yet, even with all my problems staring me in the eye, I have to stop and think of others who are suffering problems far greater than mine.
On June 20, in the eastern province of Khost, Afghanistan, a suicide bomber riding a motorcycle crashed into a NATO unit, killing three South Carolina Army National Guard members of the 133rd MP Company from Timmonsville. Their translator was killed and several members of the unit were severely wounded and numerous innocent by-standers, men, women and children were maimed, wounded and killed.
One of the severely wounded soldiers, a friend of my daughter, lost his right leg below the knee and suffered numerous internal and external injuries from the bomb blast and shards of flying shrapnel. Following several surgeries, today he remains in the Intensive Care Unit at Walter Reed Military Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland. Due to the extent of his injuries, he had been placed on a ventilator to relieve the stress on his body and keep him alive. Dialysis prevents his body from being overcome by toxins as he fights to live.
This brave soldier gave his all on the battlefield for his country, and now he continues to fight daily for his life. As I pray and wait to hear scraps of news for updates from his family and friends, I am humbled by the sacrifices and courage this young, twenty-seven year old soldier gave during his tours of service in Iraq and Afghanistan. My problems seems minute at best, compared to what he is going through now and what faces him in the hours, days, weeks and years ahead.
I, along with a large number of people, are learning our life problems can not compare with those of a wounded warrior and his family.
Join me in a prayer of thanks for the continued miracles God is working in Sgt. Robert Barber's life everyday and may God give me patience to live with my problems -- now so small in comparison.
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