It's all in His hands

It was January the 8th of 2008, and I was on my way from my home in Central Ky, to Nashville for a business meeting that I had scheduled regarding several up and coming shows, for myself and the band that I had assembled. The weather was nice, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, all in all it was a beautiful day. Kind of strange for it to be that warm and that nice in January, but I wasn’t about to question it or complain about it. Lord knows I complain about enough. I stopped in briefly at a little store that I had a small interest in to check on things before I left town, and was ask if I could stick a sign up on the roof. This was something I had done a hundred times, and had usually taken about 10 minutes, and being the handy dandy handy man I was, I said sure, I’ll take care of it.

I sat my ladder just like I had done so many times, and climbed the 20 ft to the rooftop. There is a slim possibility that I might have been a fireman in a previous life, because I sure could run up and down a ladder. This particular day, I ran up the ladder just like always, and just as I reached the top and was about to step onto the roof, I was hit with a gust of wind that blew me off the roof, and I fell 20 ft face first into a blacktop parking lot. Now I know you have heard stories about your life flashing before your eyes when you are about to die, not true. The only thing that went through my mind as I was falling, at what I figure to be somewhere close to the speed of light, because it sure didn’t take me long to get to the bottom, was simply “This is going to hurt.” I have never in my life been more correct about anything. It hurt, but at the time the only thing I could think of was I sure hope nobody saw me because I’ll never live this down.

I wore glasses at the time, simply because it was the only way I could see, and unfortunately for me I had them on when I was falling and I could see the blacktop getting closer and closer, and when I hit I am pretty sure that my glasses decided to jump off of the ride before it was finished because I never found them again. But immediately when I hit I did what every normal red and at the time, bloody American would do, I tried to get up. But as I reached up to my face I found out that I was bleeding profusely. I could feel the blood coming from behind my eyeballs. And the only thing I could think of was I have broken my nose. Now here I had just fallen from a rooftop and the only thing I could think of was that I had messed up my pretty face. That I did, along with breaking the bones in my legs, feet, ankles, arms and wrist, ribs, skull and back.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that my hopes of not being seen would soon be shot to heck, because someone was standing across the road and saw me fall and quickly called 911. I could hear the sirens coming almost before I hit the ground. When they pulled up they quickly went to work. Of course being the smart alec that I have occasionally been called, I told them just to move out of the way and I would get up and walk to the wagon. He said “You are not walking anywhere” and at that point I realized just how smart this guy was. He was good, and he was right, not only was I unable to walk, I wasn’t able to crawl.

A few short minutes later and I think what turned out to be about a 2000 dollar taxi ride to hospital I found myself being prepped for surgery. A team of doctors spent hours putting me back together with steel rods, screws, and I’m sure some scotch tape and Elmer’s glue, and then allowed to spend a few days at their fine establishment recuperating from my disastrous brush with the pavement.


After allowing me to mend for a few days, one of the doctors walked in and said I have some good news and some bad news. Now being how I am, I always want to hear the best part of the story first. So I said give me the good news. He said you’ll never walk again. Ok Doc give me the bad news. He said you’ll never play your guitar again.

I know I sometimes kid and carry on and try to entertain with my writing, but this story is true, and it happened exactly that way in January of 2008. I told you this not for sympathy but to remind you that while doctors here on earth practice medicine, there is a great physician that knows what he is doing, and sometimes things happen that leave us wondering why they happened and for what purpose they could serve. If I were to meet you on the street, other than a small scar at the top of my forehead you wouldn’t know that anything had happened. Can I walk, Yes with only the very slightest of a limp that most folks can’t see. Can I play my guitar, Yes, better than I ever played before. Can I walk through an airport without setting off every alarm in the building, No I can’t, nor can I go through scanners at courthouses. But it is fun to go with folks when they are hunting for buried treasure with metal detectors. I can get close to them while they are searching and they believe they have found King Solemens lost mine. Do I still occasionally hurt, yes I sometimes hurt in places that a few years ago I didn’t know I had places, but after the fall, the Lord gave me the words to several songs for a gospel album that I’m quite sure he had in the plans all along.

Sometimes life will take unexpected turns and twist, and detours and even leave you by the side of the road wondering how to get to where your going. But the secret to life is to not to worry about how to get there but to simply trust in the Lord to show you the way, and simply appreciate it, and say thank you Lord when you arrive at that destination.

I still haven’t arrived at the destination that he set out for me, but by the grace of God, I know that I am on the road to get me there…….

Terry Wooley
www.terrywooley.com

1 comment

  • Shellie
    Shellie
    I really liked this one. Please keep on writing. You never how much good your words can do for someone in real need.

    I really liked this one. Please keep on writing. You never how much good your words can do for someone in real need.

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