I wondered if the man had been left paralyzed after a tragic accident at work, or if he had been born that way, and now his limbs were contorted from decades of muscles in atrophy. In the end, I decided that it didn’t matter; it’s always hard to be carried.
Greg said we all have some sickness and disease that can leave us helpless and if we want to be healed we have to let others help. I confessed that that was hard for me, because the disease I struggle with is individualism. “I haven’t always been like that,” I told him, “but somewhere along the way some wires inside me got crossed and I learned the best way to not be abused was to avoid.” I’m certainly not alone in that.