“Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble. Likewise, two people lying close together can keep each other warm. But how can one be warm alone? A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.”
Life has ways of humbling us sometimes and reminding us that we need one another. Last night was my 3rd night at the new home with my husband. As I was walking my dog, my clumsy self stepped into the grass and didn’t realize that there was a deep, hollow hole beneath the green blades of grass.
My entire body fell to the ground, holding onto the leash of course, and my right ankle felt a terribly immense pain. Nathan swears that when I shouted out, I sounded like a cartoon character.
Having a brother who is getting ready to graduate from med school for podiatry, I knew I just needed to ice it and rest. I figured this would just be a little sprain that would go away easily.
However, to my disappointment, the pain became more and more intense as I was lying in bed. Suddenly, I felt hot and feverish…I began to feel nauseous and knew I should head to the bathroom. While I knew that it may not be a good idea to walk on my foot, I didn’t want to wake Nathan. I believed that I was strong enough to handle this on my own.
I was very wrong. The pain caused me to feel such a strange sickness that my body became dizzy, light headed, and I blacked out and fainted in the bathroom, hitting my head hard against the wall. My husband heard the crash and came running in to help me up.
“Why did you walk in here alone, Rachael?” He asked me with such concern.
My memory was fuzzy for a moment from hitting my head, as I head no recollection of where I was or how I ended up on the floor. When I faint, it takes a while for full vision and hearing to come back, so with my fear and crippling confusion, I grabbed into the flimsy towel rack to help me (which I almost pulled completely off the wall).
In the midst of my blurs and pain, I heard Nathan say:
“Rachael, don’t grab that. Hold onto me. That can’t hold you up. I can.”
God gives us one another as a gift, and I don’t know what I would have done without my husband last night. Doing life alone is not how we were designed to be, and ultimately it makes the simplest tasks so difficult.
After the entire incident, I felt terrible for keeping Nathan awake all night. But as I was finally drifting to sleep, my husband turned to me and told me he was praying for me and believed in me…and that he knew I would overcome these silly obstacles and do great things.
Moral of the story: watch where you’re going. Just kidding. (But that IS good advice).
Okay, really. The moral of the story and the point in this detailed article is that I am not perfect. I am human and fragile. Marriage is not perfect. It is also so delicate. But having one another to hold up and nurture turns these fallen moments (pun intended) into falling in love.