Please Like , Comment & Share so we come up in your newsfeed more Ty đ By: Carolynn Cheatham Copyright © âYouâre too young to have this.â âOK, then fix it, please.â âWe donât know how.â The common and frequent questions: How did you develop a nerve problem? Were you in an accident? The answers, always the same: I donât know. The doctors canât figure it out. No accident, I just woke up with it. Thereâs nothing they can do. The usual response: Oh honey, I am so sorry. Bless your heart. Youâre too young for this. Sympathy, not empathy. Few can see the good that has come out of it. That I have matured and am stronger. Maybe I am too young for this But I am not too young to die serving my country, Or have a child, in or out of wedlock; To get drunk and make the choice to drive a car and kill someone in the accident I cause. I can incur thousands of dollars in debt, buying worthless things I donât need, Or get caught up in the fashion trends of the more-skin-revealed-the-better or the-skinnier-the-better. I could die trying to make myself look like the âstandardâ â I am not too young to have an eating disorder. I am not too young to have lots of boyfriends and risk STDs. Why then am I too young for health problems? My body isnât old enough? Disease and distress are reserved for the aged? What a great future I am looking at 30 years from now when the âtypicalâ health issues kick in. I canât wait! They say growing old is not for the faint hearted â what about growing up? Maybe thatâs it. Maybe Iâm not mature enough to handle all this. Maybe they donât want me to experience what they do or what they fear. But if they experience what I do â whatâs the big deal? My heart is whole and my soul rejoices. I am stronger, healthier than Iâve ever been. I know who I am â the disease does not define me Neither do the clothes, or the car, or the job; Itâs my heart. I gave it to God 13 years ago and Iâm not about to ask for it back. Yes, these momentary troubles are tough. I shed tears â some of frustration. Some of anger, and some of desperation. But I know who walks beside me, holds my hand, and offers comfort and peace in abundance. I hate this pain sometimes, but I donât hate Him.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 06:00:32 +0000
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