HALFLING: A FAREWELL TO LEGS - Part 9

The ninth in the series about my collapse, surgery and subsequent life in a wheelchair, and the attitude of society towards the disabled - not quite humans, but 'Halflings‘.

One of the things my loved ones hate me saying the most - apart from ‘Quick, stick a pillow over my face!’ - is ‘Do you think I’m being taught something by being crippled?’ With its element of divine punishment, this utterance strikes horror into the hearts of heathens and Believers both, and they are quick to reassure me that I’m not being punished in some way. However, as the Lord I worship is no chocolate-box saviour, but one who regularly smote people for getting on the wrong side of him, it doesn’t strike me as outlandish and, after the initial shock, not even what you could call unfair. He does, after all, move in mysterious ways. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that sometimes I think I am being taught not to be proud, or to be patient - the first of which I was very good at, and the second very bad at.