Tuesday, June 23, 2009

fallin'

So many of you know over the past year I had a fall during a pick up hockey game. Little did i know that a multitude of life altering events were to follow what seemed like a harmless game of hockey. Just to give you a more full picture of what went on, I'll begin by walking you through the happenings of that day leading up to the fall.

The day started off as a relatively usual day beginning with classes in the morning and afternoon. I then met up with a couple of friends to do some guitar shopping followed by a unexpectedly hearty meal at White Spot. After dinner I had the opportunity to attend missions fest at the Vancouver Convention Center with an awe inspiring speaker, Tony Campolo. I still vividly remember some of the key points of his sharing that night, but one thing that really spoke to me that night was about the passion of serving God his parents instilled upon him. His parents really wanted him to give his life to ministry, in contrast to the expectations my culture demands which holds a strong emphasis in suceedeing through obtaining well respected jobs such as accountants, pharmacists, and engineers. This point really got me thinking that night. After missions fest, I frantically rushed home to get changed and grabbed my gear for a usual session of late night hockey. This year I was joining a new team so I thought it would be an awesome oppurtunity to make new friends and minister to them in any way I could. Turns out it would be my first and last night of hockey with them.

With the friendly scrimmage nearing its end, I hopped over the bench skating the last few shifts for that night squeezing out the last bit of energy I had. In that shift I was back checking into the neutral zone while another player unknowingly skated behind me. I bumped into him and lost my balance. With my one skate caught behind my other skate, I fell back and my leg got tucked behind my body placing all my weight onto my one leg. I definitely thought I messed it up somehow but breaking it never crossed my mind. I went home that night hoping it was just a bad sprain so I went to bed hoping sleep would cure my pain.....