"Sometimes You Can't Make it on Your Own"

84. Climb a Water Tower.


When we did the 'Great Water Tower Climb', I was not dressed to go climbing. It was one of my few rash moments and I had silly little flip flops on, which if anyone is wondering, are not inducive to climbing or walking in long grass!
 
I was almost fine climbing up the hill to go back, but my right foot had a mind of it's own and decided it no longer wanted to step on my shoe, but onto the wild earth next to my shoe. Needless to say next to my shoe where the little rebel decided to step was a thorn just waiting to make friends with her!
 
Yes, it hurt... I felt it piercing my skin! No, I did not scream... A simple wimper sufficed. YES, IT'S STILL IN MY FOOT... I've been hoping it would just kinda fall out!
 
So I've been limping around for nearly TWO WEEKS now; Firstly because I hoped it would just fall out, Secondly, Because I couldn't get it out myself, and Thirdly, because I didn't trust anyone to get it out for me!
 
How many times have I done this?
 
Life sticks a thorn in my flesh and I ignore it, hoping it'll go away.
 
Inevitably it doesn't and I adapt my entire life to just cope with the fact that it's there. I've started walking differently, you probably wouldn't notice by just looking though. Sadly, I'm really good at hiding. I don't want to always have to alter my existance to cope with something that shouldn't even be there in the first place!
 
Life has a way of happening (I think it has something to do with the way it way designed), its the choices we make with what's happening that determines who we become.
 
The thorn can stay in your flesh and you can deny its existance, all the while it maims your existance, or you can at least admit it's there!
 
I eventually told my dad about it, he's the only person I really trust with these sort of things. He got out torch and examined it, concluding that it was now to deep to get out with tweezers and the knife wasn't working too well either. He diagnosed drawing ointment and sent my gran off to sort it out.
 
The thorn is still in my foot, and I still walk funny, but it's so close to being okay again.
 
Sometimes I've been taught all I need to know to fix the problem. Usually the best person to run to is Daddy. He's always placed people in our lives who possess the medicine to make it better.
 
The moral of the story: In the words of U2...

"Sometimes you can't make it on your own."