I Wouldn't Change a Thing

I was recently having a conversation with some other people. A really thought-provoking question was asked. "What event do you wish you could have prevented?"

I said a friend's suicide. Another person said the life-changing car accident that left her paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her response got me thinking. I've never wished that I was born a different way.* Sure, I've gotten frustrated over the years when I couldn't do things my friends were doing. When I was younger, I wished I didn't have to have so many surgeries. As I've gotten older, I've realized that all of the events in my life have shaped me into the person I am today.

If I had been born with no physical handicaps, I would have an entirely different outlook on life. I wouldn't be as compassionate. Unfortunately, I probably would have been one of those snarky teenagers who thought the world revolved around them. I would have been concerned with the latest fashion. So, in that respect, I'm thankful that I didn't end up like most teenagers. I would much rather give than receive. I'm always looking for ways to make someone's day better, even if it's just a smile or listening to them. Basically, I learned at a young age that it's not all about me. There are hurting people all around us, but most people turn away. (If I wished I was someone else, I would just get their problems. Yes, they would be different problems, but everyone has things they deal with.)

While my life has had its share of ups and downs, I wouldn't trade my life for anything. I'm still believing for my total healing because God has promised that healing belongs to me in His word. I have so much I want to do with my life that requires me to be healthy. Until then, I'm going to keep writing and using my gifts for His glory.

*The only thing I have ever said in regards to having a disability is that I would be glad to trade places with those people who think I have an easy life. I'll have to write a post with some of the dumbest things I've heard in regards to my disability. You would be surprised at things people say.

Comments

Barbara said…
Great post Madison. I find myself torn at times when thinking back over things that I would or would not change, because of the very thing you mentioned: Life's experiences have made me who I am today. Some of those experiences I would love to change because I feel that I would be a much better "me" today had I not had to experienced them. I suppose its all in the way you look at it though, meaning, all in what you have learned/are learning from past experiences... I'm still in the learning process.

I can only imagine some the things folks have said. I look forward to reading if you decide to do that post.
2:38 PM
The Blonde Duck said…
I think it's great you're happy with where you are, even with your struggles.

I hope you had a good Thanksgiving!
3:18 PM
BK said…
I've always admired your positive attitude, courage, and determination!
10:27 PM
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