Today I realized something extremely important and that was: you never really know what you're going to find. This afternoon I had (an extremely rare) free period because I was unprepared (not like me at all) for my LKG class so I decided not to take it. Little did I know it wasn't me being unprepared, it was God planning it that way so other things could take place.
I ended up sitting down with some 5th grade students who were sitting on the sidelines, watching their friends play games during gym class. These students also happen to be my spoken students as well. I sat down next to a boy who recently had an operation on his right leg. My students had informed me previously that he had an operation because of an accident he was in; that was all of my former knowledge. He obviously was in no condition the join the game, so I decided to take the opportunity to ask him some more about his accident.
What seemed like it would be just a few curious questions ended up being an experience that blew me away. On October 31st, this boy along with his older sister and father were driving to temple on their motorcycle when a bus crashed into them. (Side note: buses in India travel ridiculously fast...pretty sure they would be pulled over in the USA.) This boy broke his right leg above his knee, with the bone coming out as well. He had surgery to fix his leg and has several incisions in various places on his leg. He will have to have another minor surgery in April to open up the smaller incisions around his knee so that something (not sure exactly what) can be removed. He also had small wounds on his head and above his eye that both required stitches. On his thy (where the bone was broken) is a very large scar that has little to no skin. He missed three months of school for his recovery and only just returned in February.
His sister was also injured severely. If I was understanding correctly, she has some major wounds on her head as well as her right leg. I'm not completely sure of those details due to the language barrier.
His father died in the accident.
3 months ago. He was in a motorcycle accident that killed his father. A motorcycle accident that involved a bus hitting him and his family members head-on, with nothing in-between to break the impact.
I was shattered. I did not even know what words to say. Every part of my heart wanted to hug this boy and cry like a baby, but my mind was telling me 'Be strong!' I ended up telling him how lucky he was to be alive and how happy I was that he is okay. I called his survival a miracle. (Hopefully he understood.)
No way did I ever expect this boy to tell me his father was killed in the same accident that broke his leg so severely it required surgery just three months ago. I'm not quite sure what I expected, but it most definitely was not that.
I truly believe God used me in this moment to show love and concern for this little guy. To reach out and let him know that someone is very grateful he is alive and able to walk. It was a moment that came together too "perfectly" to be just a coincidence. It was most definitely a God-planned experience. I pray that I made a difference for him today...that he remembers those moments we shared and knows he is loved whenever he is missing his appa (father in Tamil) or wondering why he survived and his daddy didn't.
Thank you Jesus for using me in ways I can never expect. I am so thankful I am here to share my love and yours with these children who need it.
I ended up sitting down with some 5th grade students who were sitting on the sidelines, watching their friends play games during gym class. These students also happen to be my spoken students as well. I sat down next to a boy who recently had an operation on his right leg. My students had informed me previously that he had an operation because of an accident he was in; that was all of my former knowledge. He obviously was in no condition the join the game, so I decided to take the opportunity to ask him some more about his accident.
What seemed like it would be just a few curious questions ended up being an experience that blew me away. On October 31st, this boy along with his older sister and father were driving to temple on their motorcycle when a bus crashed into them. (Side note: buses in India travel ridiculously fast...pretty sure they would be pulled over in the USA.) This boy broke his right leg above his knee, with the bone coming out as well. He had surgery to fix his leg and has several incisions in various places on his leg. He will have to have another minor surgery in April to open up the smaller incisions around his knee so that something (not sure exactly what) can be removed. He also had small wounds on his head and above his eye that both required stitches. On his thy (where the bone was broken) is a very large scar that has little to no skin. He missed three months of school for his recovery and only just returned in February.
His sister was also injured severely. If I was understanding correctly, she has some major wounds on her head as well as her right leg. I'm not completely sure of those details due to the language barrier.
His father died in the accident.
3 months ago. He was in a motorcycle accident that killed his father. A motorcycle accident that involved a bus hitting him and his family members head-on, with nothing in-between to break the impact.
I was shattered. I did not even know what words to say. Every part of my heart wanted to hug this boy and cry like a baby, but my mind was telling me 'Be strong!' I ended up telling him how lucky he was to be alive and how happy I was that he is okay. I called his survival a miracle. (Hopefully he understood.)
No way did I ever expect this boy to tell me his father was killed in the same accident that broke his leg so severely it required surgery just three months ago. I'm not quite sure what I expected, but it most definitely was not that.
I truly believe God used me in this moment to show love and concern for this little guy. To reach out and let him know that someone is very grateful he is alive and able to walk. It was a moment that came together too "perfectly" to be just a coincidence. It was most definitely a God-planned experience. I pray that I made a difference for him today...that he remembers those moments we shared and knows he is loved whenever he is missing his appa (father in Tamil) or wondering why he survived and his daddy didn't.
Thank you Jesus for using me in ways I can never expect. I am so thankful I am here to share my love and yours with these children who need it.
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