Monday, February 10, 2014

A Glimpse of Real Strength




I met strength yesterday. I never realized it could have a persona. I had never thought of it as anything more than a part of character.

Despite the broken and well displaced humerus that appeared to have happened a few weeks ago, despite the broken collar bone... despite the broken and also displaced sternum that appeared very recent... despite the bullet in his body, that by all evidence presented was shot by a coward, from behind, as the path of the shrapnel indicated, despite the wounds on his feet from dragging himself, and despite the tremendous abdominal pain that made his whole body tremble... despite all of that, he looked me in the eye with a distinct steadiness. He held himself together and held my gaze, his strength personified in front of me.

I was sadden by his presentation - how his life could have been so abjectly disregarded by most who saw him probably every day. I was grateful for the one who called and said he needed help, so we could help him. I was saddened that we couldn't fix him. I was grateful that we could help him.

He was strong to the very end - a pillar of strength, a testament to perseverance in the face of incredible odds.

To some, he might have been just a cat. To me, he was strength.