denying the infinite capacity.
“When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.”
G. K. Chesterton quotes
i had the chance to go to walter reed hospital yesterday, a military hospital that specializes in soldier rehabilitation. its attention to detail was obvious, but it is what one would expect seeing as it was occupied by soldiers. smiling faces enveloped the first wheelchair as it rolled past, an anomaly i assumed. but after awhile i noticed that it was more of a pattern that took me awhile to grow accustomed to.
when we walked into the first room i didn’t know what to expect, i thought i was going to see a soldier laying on his back staring at the wall, daydreaming of some desert scenario where he twists and turns his way into a different outcome. but i found no hidden regrets in the three hours that we were there.
the first guy ‘chris’ was surrounded by friends and family, with hundreds of cards posted over the place like wallpaper. he had a grin on his face as we walked in and wasted no time befriending each and every one of us. his story was tragic but you couldn’t tell it by the enthusiastic and upbeat way he conveyed his story.
‘chris’ was shot 4 times, ravishing his legs. the impact of the bullets shattering his femur shoved him over a wall where he fell 20 feet onto the ground below. once there the armed gunman still shot round after round at him, but ‘chris’ mustered the strength to drag himself over 40 feet to safety. his goals and dreams for the future is to ‘once again walk’, said all through smiles, with the distinct accent of ‘hope’.
stories like this reoccurred all day, some stories being more tragic then others, but all with similar endings, hope. i even met a father of twins who explained that if he not been shot and his leg amputated that he would not have been there to watch his babies being born! HOW! how do people see so clearly through the grey to see the one lone bright spot, and then exploit it to such a profound end.
“Most human beings have an absolute and infinite capacity for taking things for granted”
Aldous Huxley quotes
a few soldiers broke down and told us that they do get down, and saddened by their circumstances but they tell me that they can’t let that get them down for long or it will consume their lives. the MOST positive outgoing upbeat person was a ‘leon’ who had lost both his legs and one of his arms in a roadside explosion. after his intense story he explained that he came home to a caring wife, a new home that a non-profit organization bought him, and a few months later found out his wife was pregnant with his second child. he told us his life had never been better, all that, with only one arm.
and i digress; i catch myself complaining about the small insignificant meaningless moments in my own life, but i walked away not feeling guilty for my heaven bound disagreements but completely motivated to look at the darkest moments of my own life and figure out a way to see the smallest ray of hope and expound on that. these men were not sorry, or saddened but hopeful and proud. i hope one day i can be as brave and strong in the face of my own battles as those men i met at walter reed.
G. K. Chesterton quotes
i had the chance to go to walter reed hospital yesterday, a military hospital that specializes in soldier rehabilitation. its attention to detail was obvious, but it is what one would expect seeing as it was occupied by soldiers. smiling faces enveloped the first wheelchair as it rolled past, an anomaly i assumed. but after awhile i noticed that it was more of a pattern that took me awhile to grow accustomed to.
when we walked into the first room i didn’t know what to expect, i thought i was going to see a soldier laying on his back staring at the wall, daydreaming of some desert scenario where he twists and turns his way into a different outcome. but i found no hidden regrets in the three hours that we were there.
the first guy ‘chris’ was surrounded by friends and family, with hundreds of cards posted over the place like wallpaper. he had a grin on his face as we walked in and wasted no time befriending each and every one of us. his story was tragic but you couldn’t tell it by the enthusiastic and upbeat way he conveyed his story.
‘chris’ was shot 4 times, ravishing his legs. the impact of the bullets shattering his femur shoved him over a wall where he fell 20 feet onto the ground below. once there the armed gunman still shot round after round at him, but ‘chris’ mustered the strength to drag himself over 40 feet to safety. his goals and dreams for the future is to ‘once again walk’, said all through smiles, with the distinct accent of ‘hope’.
stories like this reoccurred all day, some stories being more tragic then others, but all with similar endings, hope. i even met a father of twins who explained that if he not been shot and his leg amputated that he would not have been there to watch his babies being born! HOW! how do people see so clearly through the grey to see the one lone bright spot, and then exploit it to such a profound end.
“Most human beings have an absolute and infinite capacity for taking things for granted”
Aldous Huxley quotes
a few soldiers broke down and told us that they do get down, and saddened by their circumstances but they tell me that they can’t let that get them down for long or it will consume their lives. the MOST positive outgoing upbeat person was a ‘leon’ who had lost both his legs and one of his arms in a roadside explosion. after his intense story he explained that he came home to a caring wife, a new home that a non-profit organization bought him, and a few months later found out his wife was pregnant with his second child. he told us his life had never been better, all that, with only one arm.
and i digress; i catch myself complaining about the small insignificant meaningless moments in my own life, but i walked away not feeling guilty for my heaven bound disagreements but completely motivated to look at the darkest moments of my own life and figure out a way to see the smallest ray of hope and expound on that. these men were not sorry, or saddened but hopeful and proud. i hope one day i can be as brave and strong in the face of my own battles as those men i met at walter reed.
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I love how people can see light at the end of the darkest tunnels.
I always send her your blog entries that spark intrest, and I hope she finds a little more solace in the fact that there's always a beautiful side to a harsh reality.
Thank you Stephen.
Thanks for the reminder.
Watch this interview. This young man, full of joy, was born with no limbs. We are so blessed and don't even stop to thank God. This Thanksgiving we can do just that. Thanks for opening this discussion.
this post reminded me of what i saw on youtube the other day. how precious kids react to such mishaps that have befallen on their marine fathers on sesame street (yep!). truly a heart-wrenching tearjerker.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QoOlBjXESU
life goes on no matter what happens.
It reminded me of a kinda similar story of hope..I was having some kinda rough times at home..my house was being foreclosed a good friend of mine had just passed away..i was feeling bad for myself...I had the opportunity to go on a missions trip to Belize..While their we went to an orphanage where i met a young girl named Brittany..Brittany knew that her parents left her at the orphanage because they didnt want her..she had been there her whole life she had no family that would come and visit her she was very much alone when i met her she was 14..as she was telling me her story she could see the pain that i was feeling for her in my face..and imeadiately i sensed a change in the tone of her voice "she said O no dont feel bad for me!Im going to school..im going to college. Everything is alright im changing my life around..and then im coming back to this orphanage to help kids like me." her hope forever change my thinking if she can have such strong hope in her dire situation..with all this things and family that i have i need to be able to find hope in my situation!
You seem to be rediscovering humility all the time. What I appreciate is the way you share that with the rest of us.
Cheers,
The news arrived the next day, yes he did die, but just momentarily. He was miraculously resuscitated by brilliant men on the ground. He was rushed to Germany and then ultimately back to the USA. The human effort it took to keep him alive in those hours is immeasurable. His friends weren't as fortunate. They did not make it.
After years of rebuilding his face and leg, the first thing Klay did was return to Walter Reed with a nonprofit organization he created to serve the needs of those that did not get to walk away.
Klay has offers from Plastic surgeons to make him look "perfect" again. He says NO, my scars tell my story and I want to tell it. And tell it he does.
If you want to learn more here is the link.
www.veteransofvalor.org
Klay also is the subject of a movie "Company of Heroes" produced by Fox News with the real footage of the Marine troop East India Company.
I am so proud to know Klay and so thrilled to see him smile. Nobody minds when he shreds the silence of our sleepy neighborhood with his motorcycle tearing down the street. It's the best sound in the world, Klay's out tearing up the streets of good old USA. We salute you Klay. Glad to have you back..
Hope.
"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him."
One thing I've found, being around a lot of military men, is they're very willing to tell their stories no matter how many times. What I find interesting, though, is the way they won't talk about other aspects of war they saw or experienced.
A Recovering American Soldier
c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue,NW
Washington , D.C. 20307-5001
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It struck me once, curled under a tarp in the wilderness with rain and bugs seeping through cracks, and a nasty hole in my finger bandaged by a ripped-up handkerchief, that everything I have or am is something that God gave to me, and none of it is anything I could ever deserve.
Even so, I can't begin to comprehend the obstacles that these men overcame, and the hope and gratitude that animates them, now. A tip of the hat to you, Mr. Christian, for the reminder.
I in no way compare myself to these brave men, but my own health difficulties have rendered me physically and mentally unable to function in many ways at different points in my young life. The one thing I always told myself was "Somebody out there will always have it worse than I". I read your discription of these soldiers and it literally made me tear up. What honor, bravery, and humility these men and women have. If the whole world had the perspective that some of these soldiers have we'd be indestructible. One of the best things about this attitude is that it's contagious. One of the things I'll take away from this post is to maintain my own courage in times of dispair...AND to always keep perspective when things are going rough.
I wish I had the means to do more for those who serve our country. I'm proud that you took the time to visit that hospital. Thank you for doing that.
-Stephanie