LETTERS FROM LAZARUS
This is Letter # 1
(Howard will be back soon with some new Letters from Lazarus!)
By Lazarus (Howard Hux)
May 6, 2004 (Howard's first appearance
in MS MuSings)
I have decided to commit to writing
this letter each week as long as I can do so. (As long as I am aware someone
might be reading it anyhow.)
I was remembering the other day about
my response when the Dr. people told me I had MS. First shock, (and then
disbelief of course.) And next I decided I could beat it. This surely could
not be happening to me! I will exercise more than anyone ever has. The P.T.
program called for building up to 15 repetitions of each routine, and doing
it faithfully three times a week. I determined to do it 5 times a week –all
day long if necessary. I did for a while and my leg muscles became like
steel. I would stretch my legs and the tendons really were rock hard. The
bad news was that it was more difficult to walk each day and my left leg was
impossible to lift and I kept falling down. Falling is no fun—and you can
hurt yourself—(which also is not good for you!) My idea of making some
muscles stronger, to take over for the muscles affected by MS wasn’t working
out. I wasn’t Rocky Bliar! (Remember him? Rocky dreamed of playing pro
football but got shot to doll rags in Vietnam. He exercised and worked out,
with blood running out of his shoes, enduring terrible pain in the process.
Rocky proved all the Dr. people wrong. I think he played linebacker for
Pittsburg during the Golden years with Terry Bradshaw. A remarkable story.
Readers Digest I think.)
I had to quit work shortly, take early
retirement, and go on disability. Things were not working out. I sank lower
At one point I was so low I had to jump
up to touch bottom! (Some of you know what I mean!)
Now, to get to the point. One day I was
in a Department store, wobbling along on my Forearm crutches, and here comes
a guy in a wheel chair, right at me. Now usually I avoided making eye
contact with such a person. (I suppose we do that because we really do not
know how to respond to disabled people.) This time however was to be
different. We make eye contact and he has the biggest grin you ever did see.
In his lap, in a way that he knew I could see, he gave me a thumbs up sign!
We never spoke. That man has no idea how much he helped me that day. Here
was a person, who was obviously far worse off than I was, and he was,
cheerful and radiantly happy, giving me a thumbs up. He made my day and
many, many more thereafter.
Most of us don’t have to look very far
until we find someone worse off than we are. So right away we have things to
be thankful for and something to do. Find another Lazarus and lift him up.
When we were little we did not have a lot of things. We always had enough
but never any extra for bicycles and roller skates and things like that.
Whenever we complained to Dad about other kids having “stuff” that we didn’t
he would tell us this little rhyme,” I cried because I had no shoes, and
then I met a man who had no feet.”
We who are disabled need to count our
blessings more than anyone. We, above all others, should know the value of
what we have remaining. I’ve noticed that so many people who have a good
mind and a sound body do drugs and alcohol and abuse themselves and even
take their lives because they are unhappy about something. We who have lost
so much see this as a tragic waste and can only pity them. They who have so
much and see so little, who among us, that has lost their health, would not
give all they possess for a good mind in a sound body?
We, the Lazarus’s of the world, need to
help each other, to encourage, to lift up and support one another in any way
we can. To not do so is to miss God’s purpose for our lives----and my
friend, if we miss that we are truly disabled.
Enough for now,
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