|Angel On Crutches
Author: Laura Chambers PM
Originally published on . A change of perspective changes two lives...:DRated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 802 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3057248
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Daniel eased his broken foot onto the top of a large stone
Wincing slightly as he sat and squinted into the sun as it shone
Naturally his injury and the bright light both gave him pain
But the trip that he was missing put the other two to shame
For weeks he'd been fundraising for the senior class affair
And though he'd earned the most, he was the only one not there
He thought of all his friends flying down the Aspen slopes
Probably having the time of their lives, and calling him a dope
It was all that cheerleader's fault for dropping her pompom in the hall
Leaving it right in front of a door; of course someone would fall!
Why did I have to volunteer to get Mr. Bell some chalk?
Daniel sighed and leaned his crutches against the silver rock
He turned around as a flash of blue sped past his line of sight
It seemed to disappear just like a sudden flash of light
Confused, he looked until his eyes settled on a wooden bridge
And gasped when he saw a woman throw one leg over the edge
He grabbed his pair of crutches, stood up, and shouted, "Wait!"
Praying with every step-swing-step that he was not too late
Finally standing at one end, he found her head in hands
Shoulders shaking, crying softly, tearing his heart in strands
"What's the matter?" he whispered, touching her on the arm
"What's so bad about today you'd want to do yourself harm?"
She looked up, tears streaks on her face, and said, "One year ago
I ended the life of somebody that I didn't even know"
She went on to tell the story of her one and only love
A boy who lived across the street when she was growing up
How one afternoon she gave him her most precious gift of all
Only to have him move away and never write or call
She was halfway through a letter to tell him of the news
That if he came back for her, there'd be three instead of two
When she got a card in the mail, inscribed with silver pen
Inviting her to his wedding; she could no longer pretend
So she took the bus to a clinic on the outskirts of the town
Signed the forms with a shaky hand and laid her money down
There was no turning back as the nurse lead her down the hall
She remembered lying on the bed, never feeling quite so small
"I never thought of it as a baby, at least I never tried
Until I saw pictures on TV - a piece of me just died
How could I have murdered somebody who did nothing wrong?
I'll never be able to sleep at night again, I can't go on!"
Daniel had been weeping all throughout her tragic words
He offered her a tissue and said, "Have you ever heard
The story of a man whose life had not a single sin
Yet from his birth there were many people who still hated him
He healed the sick and raised the dead and forgave all who asked
He loved everybody in the world no matter what their past
But then he was betrayed to those who wanted him to die
They beat him up, and mocked his words as he was crucified
Yet even as he suffered hanging high upon the cross
Jesus Christ forgave the ones who jeered and hissed and scoffed
It was for these that he came down to offer himself up
And even now, He wants to show you that same kind of love"
The woman looked at Daniel with reddened, glistening eyes
"I always thought those stories were just fairy tales and lies
But if it's true, oh could it be?...even after what I've done?"
She paused for a moment, then said, "I'm too tired to run"
Then where moments ago, she'd nearly tried to end her life
Daniel took her hands in his and led the woman to Christ
Her prayer was the sweetest sound he thought he'd ever heard
And he didn't open his eyes until she said the final word
With that amen, she smiled and wiped her tears with her jacket sleeve
She gave Daniel a hug and whispered quietly, "I believe"
He handed her a card from the church where he had been baptized
"See you Sunday," he called as she walked away, tears in his eyes
For the longest time, he stood there, thinking about what might have been
If he hadn't broken his foot at school, if he had been able to go skiing
She would have been just another name, a footnote in the paper
Instead of the woman a boy on crutches carried to the Saviour