seeing differently

It was a shock.

A boy we had known, once a friend of our daughter, grown to be thirty now.  Broken and drawn in, wheelchair bound, head bowed, covered in a blanket. The victim – the cause – of a fiery midnight accident two years ago.  Hit by a fuel truck that then exploded.

He lay between life and death for so long. Unrecognizable, even to his parents at first, comatose for so long, lingering.  And yet, beneath, inside, making progress, coming back, inch by tiny inch.

So all things considered, this view of him now was a miracle.

And when his dad gently grasped his son’s head between his hands, and faced him toward the camera, then I saw the boy I once knew. Yes, he was still there. There was a spark – the light of life – in his eyes, and even a smile on his face.

Life. A precious, holy thing. And through it all, life remained.

I thanked God for this gift, which I could now see for its true worth and beauty.

And I thought of another friend whose gift was taken away, whose son didn’t live, a recent, painful loss. What she would give to see that spark still alive in her own son’s eyes, even wrapped in a broken body.

I am looking at things differently now.

7 thoughts on “seeing differently

  1. Juliann says:

    This is a hard kind of writing, about the not so lovely stuff of life. Well done.

  2. Crying early in the morning may not be the best way for me to start my day but thinking about appreciating, nurturing and mourning sparks is just the right thing to do.

  3. Donna Smith says:

    Ah, seeing is such a multifaceted gift. Beautifully written. How amazing that we can see the living soul inside!

  4. Tara says:

    Such a powerful slice.

  5. This must have been very hard to observe, but incredible how you made the comparison between the two situations. Terrific writing! xo

  6. Robin says:

    Beautifully written.

  7. newtreemom says:

    Yes, hard stuff. Beautifully written. Deeply touches the heart.

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