Walking Again

My name is Ellie, and I'm 5 years old.
I have a small family. It is only me, my mommy, daddy, and Bruce (he is our dog)
My mommy was 18 when she had me, so that means she is 23 now.
She is kind and simple. She loves me with everything and gives me anything (even if i ask for a cookie before supper)
She is a hard worker and wears second-hand clothes. She says she doesnt want to spend daddy's money faster than he can make it.
She cooks supper every night for me and daddy, and we always eat all of the left-overs.
During the week, she wears her hair up everyday, but on the weekends she says she wants to look good for daddy so she lets it down. Even though he says she looks good anyway (she doesnt listen)
Everyday she wears round diamond cluster earrings that costs $40 dollars. She is proud of them, she told me that her grandmother gave them to her as something special.
Mommy is fashionable, but she isnt high-fashioned. She is unique and special.
She has a temper, but never towards me. She stands up for her beliefs and will not let anyone change her mind.
She loves Jesus, so does daddy.
Mommy picks me up from school everyday and when it is hot outside she takes me to get a sno-cone. (Sometimes she will bring Bruce if she has time to get him from home)

Today was different though, mommy needed to go to the post office to send letters.
There was a long line and we waited for 25 minutes. She held my hand the whole time.
When the lady at the desk was finished, my mommy told her to have a blessed day.
We walked outside and she opened the back door and helped me to get in.

I buckled myself up though, because im a big girl now.

Mommy got in the front and she yawned as she put the car in reverse.

It made me tired seeing her yawn, so i leaned my head on the seat. Then...


BANG!



Another vehicle ramed into the rear left side of our car crushing my body against the opposite side door. I felt no pain, but then I blacked out and in a split second everything was gone.


I woke up in a white bed in a room with white walls. Mommy and daddy were sitting close to me. Mommy was crying, she had scrapes on her face. Daddy held her and sobbed also. I could smell her breath. The same breath that was so sweet as she rocked me goodnight. It soothed me.



I was paralyzed from the waist down.

Two weeks later mommy and daddy could take me home.

Daddy opened the door to our small, two bedroom, one bath house and mommy pushed my wheelchair through the door.

Bruce was so excited to see me!
He licked my face and wagged his tail.
I told daddy that Bruce looked skinny, but daddy said he would be OK.
Then mommy fed him, just to make me happy.

6 yrs later

Today mom was having trouble lifting me.
She said I needed a bath, but I could tell she was upset so I told her it was okay.

She ignored me and finally got me in the tub. But when she got me out, my foot got cut on something (im not sure what it was) and I bled and bled like always. I didnt feel it, but i guess it was bad.



Mom cried. She told me she was sorry.
I told her it wasnt her fault.

"...but I never wanted to hurt you." she said, as the tears flowed.

Later that day, before daddy got home, I rolled into mom and daddy's room and saw her praying. I know she knew I was in there right away because im not very quiet.
She got up and came over to me quietly. She held my hand and I told her it would all be okay.

She said that God has helped her through everything in life and she has faith that one day, he will help me walk again.


I'm now 52 and my mother is the one in the wheelchair.

She is 70 and is still the same, tender-hearted woman she has always been.


Now that wrinkles cover her face, the tears that she cries don't go as smoothly down her cheek as they did back when I was 5.

This time though, she isnt crying about heartache.

I went to visit her in the same small house, on the same farm that her and daddy owned the day I was born. Now that daddy is gone, she is alone and has no problems with that.

She was sitting on the front porch when I arrived, and as I sat down, she took me back to a place where she thought she would never feel complete again.

My mother explained how she realized in those days that her little daughter could not walk due to her own accidents, God showed her that he would help her walk through all of life's obstacles. Day by day, month by month, and year by year...God taught her how to lean on only Him again.