She was 29. Younger than I am now. Two little girls and a life ahead of her.
Then polio knocked on the door of her body, entered unbidden, and left her in a hospital bed paralyzed from the waist down.
My grandmother suddenly faced a future very different than what she had imagined.
Her pastor came and spoke in hushed tones. Then he shared powerful words that changed the course of her heart, “Frances,” he said, “You can choose to let this make you bitter or better.”
She chose better.
I don’t think she realized it at the time, but by choosing it for herself she chose it for the rest of us too.
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