I didn”t mean to hurt you…
Oh, but you did.
In fact, I didn’t know that I did.
I wondered about that as I cried through my pain.
I heard something but I didn’t think it was my place to reach out to you. I don’t know you.
I knew you heard me cry…and I ask you…do you need to know someone to comfort them?
Well, it would have been uncomfortable.
I’m terribly sorry that offering a fellow being comfort would cause you discomfort…I am truly sorry about that.
And I am sorry that I hurt you.
I had a very freak accident yesterday. I was in a public restroom and as I was closing my door with my hand around the edge of it, a woman pushed her door open harder than you could ever imagine. The two doors were traveling towards each other…with my hand right smack in the middle of the explosive crash!
I think I made it worse because I yanked my hand back at the impact. I know I screamed…and then I cried. And the woman went about her business washing and drying her hands and promptly left. She never said a word.
My hand immediately swelled and the restaurant staff got me ice. They wanted me to see the lifeguards and make an incident report. The lifeguards strongly suggested I get an x-ray.
I took the ice off after 20 minutes, and my hand was so grotesquely swollen I couldn’t look at it! I did go to get an x-ray and I could not be more grateful that nothing was broken :)
It is very painful and very swollen. I can’t use it so the reality of what our dominant hand does for us is very real to me. I have thought a lot about the things I do with my hands and I am so blessed. First I thought about the tennis match this morning that I would not be able to play for our team…then I thought about my latest art project that I was so excited to finish…then, in horror, I thought I couldn’t write!!!
It made me realize how much I take my body for granted. It made me realize that life has the possibility of changing drastically in a millisecond. It made me wonder how many times people hurt other people and have no idea that they did. Worse than that, it made me wonder how many people know that they have hurt someone and are able to just walk away.
My words above were an imaginary conversation I had with the woman who must have “kicked” her stall door open. I will always wonder who she was, what she thought, and what she might have been going through in her life. It made me feel a little better to write about it.
I wrote the above yesterday. Today my hand feels much better…in fact I am using it to type …not without pain…but at least it moves and the swelling has gone done some. The photograph was taken at the beach restaurant a few months ago…I didn’t know what photo to include. I thought about posting a photo of my hand…but it was so icky!