I cried three times in my adult life that I can remember.
The First time was in about 72 when I had to leave my second girlfriend on account of she was a fornicator. I was ready to marry her.
The Second was in about 79 when I pinched a nerve in my back on a Friday night and laid on the coffee table in my apartment until Monday morning, when they carried me into the chiropractors office.I cried pretty much the whole weekend.
The Third time was in about 94, after I got Baptized, and when I read about the day Christ was murdered. My heart just about broke for Him.
I did not cry when Mum nor Dad died, nor for my brothers,
nor when I was passing kidney stones, altho it hurt mightily.
Yesterday, I slipped on ice, both legs going out simultaneously. On the way down I was thinking how best to take this, and decided flat on my back was better than on my tail; so I threw myself backwards, and promptly smashed the base of my skull on the steel bumper of the worktruck. I mean SMASHED it.
As I lay there among the stars, I said a little prayer, and began to ponder if I was gonna be a quadriplegic. But, as I wiggled my various body parts, I chuckled and said to satan, not today buster, not today.
I did not cry, altho it hurt mightily.
I took two hours off, went home and had a powernap, then went back and finished my shift.This morning I am fine.
By tomorrow morning,I expect it will be as if it never happened. As always, I thanked Yahuwha for this strong healthy body, and how well He takes care of me. This is the God I am committed to. And this is why I confess Yahuwsha's Name before men, paying it forward, so that He will confess my name to His Father, that they continue to take care of me, all the allotted days of my life. I mean I SMASHED that noggin hard. I had no idea a human being could even survive such a hit.
