Leap

She stepped outside amidst the sun rays and the heat waves that seemed to crash over her body in steady, pulsing beats. She took a few tentative steps: so far so good.

She bent her knees, balancing on the balls of her feet: all clear. She began an even fast walk, just starting the quicker beating of her heart that would push her life blood through her veins.

She continued and suddenly stopped in the center of the path. She took two deep breaths and pumped.

It had been two years since the accident. The collision had left her legs weak and useless with only slight sensation bilaterally — she had problems moving and feeling but when the doctors approached her with the opinion and option to amputate she shut them down immediately.

‘Even if for cosmetics sake, I’d like to keep my legs thank you. And we don’t know that they’re entirely devoid of life yet.’ The doctors had shaken their heads, looking at her hope with sympathy and diminished optimism trying to explain that it wouldn’t just be cosmetics. Once her legs completely died, she would have no choice: they would have to amputate. But she refused to give up hope; she would not let her powerful, athletic body fall into disarray because of lack of movement. Even if she did lose her lower extremities, she would continue to exercise precisely ensuring her arms and torso would stay fit… but for now, she still had hope.

She approached physiotherapy with a fierce and determined vengeance and before long her weak muscles began to regain strength. As months continued, she moved from a wheelchair to a walker and finally to a cane. She would most certainly defeat the pessimism of the medical perspectives and prove that she had Him with her.

What will be, will be; we’ll just have to meet it when it comes. *

She felt the air course through her lungs filling them to the brim before pushing all of it out. Alright, she thought, I’m ready when you are!

Her muscles tensed and she began her steps commencing with shorter ones but as she felt the muscles tense under her skin, her strides lengthened. Her pulse quickened, breaths grew more ragged with muscles beginning to screech for oxygen.

It was a start, but she had met the bar.