That reminds me of the struggle. The struggle to put on my own socks. This was before stretch socks. My mom and Jeanne, mostly Jeanne, my mom was more likely to help me. Haha! I remember struggling to put my socks on, must have been on weekends and summer otherwise I would have missed school. I was told it would take up to an hour to get them on. But, I was bound and determine to get them on so I could go outside and play. This was around age 8. To my family reading this; it's when we lived on 45th Street. In the big house. I kind of remember ages by the house we lived in.
Anyway I was told years later that mom and Jeanne would often cry as soon as I went outside. So I remember one day getting all of my braces on. Leg, both wrists, and back brace the one that had a bar going up the back of my neck and held my head straight, and helped me stand up straight. I don't think I wore my stomach and back brace at the same time.
I was walking 3 houses down to my friends house. Well about 1 house down, I tripped over a crack
in the sidewalk. Well, when I fell it was like a tree, TIMBER. Face plant right into the sidewalk. The brace kept me from turning my head. My arms aren't strong enough to catch me. I guess a neighbor saw me fall, he came out and helped me up. Jeanne was on her way out to get me as she saw me go down, The neighbor bawled her out, saying how can you let her go out by herself. She said ," What do you expect us to do make her stay inside all the time. She has to learn to do things by herself."
I am so happy that God put people in my life who were strong and didn't give in to making my life more comfortable at the time.
As I have looked back over my life, God has been with me every step and fall of my life. He has protected me when I have fallen, I've never had anything more than a bloody nose.
When I fell that time, a lesson was learned. Make sure she picks her feet up. I also new there was a crack in the sidewalk, be aware. Be aware of all surroundings.
After I was able to get rid of that brace. Jeanne wondered how she should help me up if I fell again. Because she always helped me up by grabbing a hold of the brace.
She asked the doctor. "He said, she has a pretty good head of hair." I can hear all the gasps.
I had thick hair usually in a pony tail. So he suggested, Hold on to her hair help her get to her knees and then up to her feet. Guess what it worked. I had really weak arms, the doctors didn't want me being lifted up under my arms. Even later in life , when no one was helping me get up. I was able to get to my knees and then to my feet.
My favorite scripture Philippians 4:13, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
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