Friends and family teamed up to take me to the hospital and deliver me back home today.
A village of family and friends prayed and held the net while I jumped into the procedure by faith and bounced out with more bend in my knee than I, of little faith, hoped.
Arrived home to a sign, “Welcome home and congratulations. If you’re reading this, you didn’t die!”
Good to laugh.
Even better to be home, icing a very sore knee and leg from the manipulation but well tended by Maggie, my nurse and chief ice fetcher and cheer leader.
Tomorrow I’m back at PT and working to be a better bender.
My turn to pray for you, asking God to oil whatever hinges are rusty and to free-up areas where you feel stuck in place.
The NET holds for all of us who leap in the dark, scared stiff in more than knees.
Tonight I’m leaping for JOY in my heart, anticipating bending to new lows tomorrow.
Thank you, dear NET.
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