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There was one time I did listen and I am still so grateful that I did.
We had gone to Seymour Mountain and had Hugo’s two boys with us. We had brought a large truck tube. Hugo and I lay side-by-side, the boys on our backs and way we went.
As kids we never owned a sled, we used a piece of cardboard instead.
The second time around I got it into my head to try and steer that thing, to maneuver it like I has seen the kids do on their sleds. Yes, on a truck tube! Somehow I got my foot stuck, and I mentioned this to Hugo when we got to the bottom of the hill.
It did not really hurt that much, so Hugo said; “I hope that you can make it back up the hill by yourself, for it won’t be easy otherwise, it is a steep hill.”
Now I have to admit that I like to show off sometimes, to show how tough I can be. I contemplated to climb that hill, but there was no way I could mistake what I heard in my head next.
A voice that said loud and clear; “Don’t even try it” this is not even language that I use. As I said this is against my nature not too show off.
But I listened, and I am so glad that I did. We made it back up the hill somehow without my sore foot touching the ground. Then Hugo took me to the first aid. There was no swelling at all, it did not look bad, but we were advised to go to the hospital anyway to have some pictures taken.
The doctor who was on duty that night thought I would be just fine, probably just a sprain. She did take some ex- rays anyway. When she came back with the pictures, we could read from her face that things had changed she looked very worried.
The doctor said; “I am afraid that I have bad news, your foot is shattered in four places. You may never walk again!”
Wow, this is incredible, there was nothing to see, and there still was no swelling, none at all. I had a cast put on up to my hip, it took awhile to heal and for about a year, my ankle was stiff in the morning only.
I am walking today just fine, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that, had I tried to walk on my foot even one step, I would not be able to walk today. I am so grateful that I heard and listen, to His voice.