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Jack tells the story of his limp in this way: I suppose if we knew the outcome of our
actions before we undertook them, we would act differently. But that would be a mistake.
I knew it was risky to attempt the black diamond slopes when I had only just learned to
ski. But I was 21, full of confidence, short on common sense. Besides, my buddies dared
me. So down I went, over moguls rather than around them. I was soon out of control, and
before you could yell, "Watch out," my skis caught the snow and I plowed right into a
rock outcropping. I shattered my femur in three places. I was airlifted to the hospital
where I my leg was pinned and I went through extensive rehabilitation. One of the
nurses, a recent graduate, caught my eye, and it wasn't long before I couldn't wait for her
shift to begin. By the time I was released from the hospital, we were an item. We have
been married these past twenty years, and have three beautiful children. If I hadn't
foolishly skied down that hill, I would never have met her. Despite the pain, despite the
limp that never went away, I wouldn't change a thing.
I think of Jack's story each time I read Acts 1:7. It is not for us to know the times or the seasons. It is for us to live by faith and experience all that comes our way.
I think of Jack's story each time I read Acts 1:7. It is not for us to know the times or the seasons. It is for us to live by faith and experience all that comes our way.
