“It could take a while before you reach your goal, you have to give it time.” She tried to reassure Emily, but time was not something Emily felt she had a lot of.
Mama, you just have to understand, I have a heart to dance. If I’m not dancing then I can’t dance anymore, I might as well have died back there in the wreck. I don’t have any other reason to live. “Honey, things change, you will find another purpose in life. If it wasn’t meant to be, it never would have happened.” “Tell me, how my accident could have been meant to be?” Emily was yelling now, but her mother just wasn’t getting the message. “Tell me,” she continued, “How a person well on their way to a great career in dancing becoming paralyzed can be meant to be!” Her mother looked Emily with tears in her eyes. “I can’t answer that, only God can, you need to ask him Emily.” Turning she left the room, know her daughter wasn’t listening anyway. The therapy session that morning had not gone well. Muscles Emily had counted on to work had stayed limp, and her all her efforts were in vain. Her legs had refused to move. The therapist tried to encourage Emily not to give up, but her hope was already beginning the fade. “It could take a while before you reach your goal, you have to give it time.” She tried to reassure Emily, but time was not something Emily felt she had a lot of. If she was going to walk again, Emily knew she needed to get moving now. Silently she chided herself for wanting to give up so soon, when she had barely even started her therapy. As she transferred to the bed, peace filled her heart, and she let herself dwell in that feeling. She would walk again Emily could feel it.