Freedom of movement restored

One spring day I was moving some valuable computer equipment out of the office where I worked. Carrying a large box down a flight of stairs, I misjudged the last step. As I began to fall, I felt intense pressure in my right ankle. It seemed I could either save the fragile equipment or protect the ankle. I made a choice to fall in a way that saved the computer, and I got a bad sprain.

I prayed in a perfunctory way about the injury, but not with any real sense of spiritual insight. I wrapped an elastic bandage around the swollen ankle and rented a set of crutches to get around. Within a few weeks I was much better. I could walk without difficulty, but the ankle was still weak. I had to climb stairs slowly, one step at a time, never using my right foot to support my weight.

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