How to Keep Faith When Bad Things Happen

Icy Cattails by Pond

I was nine years old when I drove the snowmobile into a tree. The accident¬†was a tragic combination of childish exuberance, inexperience, and youthful invincibility. The worst part – I wasn’t wearing a helmet.

When the machine stopped so quickly, my unprotected face slammed into steering column. I won’t get into the details of my injuries, but it took almost two hundred stitches to repair the impact lacerations on my left cheek. It still amazes me that I didn’t lose my eye, sever a nerve, or break any bones.

But the real trauma occurred when I returned to school.