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The scene from the train window on the way to Fort Bragg provided one surprise after another. The tracks wound their way west through hills and valleys, forests and plains. Alex and Marcail rode for the first hour in silence, just content to take in the scenery.
Still mad at me? Alex was the first to break the silence, and Marcail turned from the panorama to face him.
I dont know if I was actually mad, but I was frustrated. There are times I dont like to be ordered around.
Im afraid I didnt handle it very well. Maybe it comes from being a doctor, but I cant stand to see suffering. We both know how miserable youd be at the end of the line if your hair was up.
I dont need to be so obstinate, Marcail admitted and then suddenly smiled, but up to now, I believed that all the dictators were in other countries.
Dictator? Alex tried to sound outraged, but there was laughter in his voice.
Marcail laughed with him, and then watched his face turn serious. I know this will seem like an abrupt change of subject, but theres been no opportunity for me to talk to you about my folks.
Your folks?
Right. Their situation is a bit unusual, and I want to prepare you as much as I can. Alex searched his wifes face and then began his story. My mother is completely bedridden. She has been since I was little more than a baby. I was too young to remember what happened, but they tell me she fell from a small ladder and injured her spine. My father found her almost immediately, but even though several specialists came to see her, they said nothing could be done. She has no use of her legs at all, and at times her arms grow numb and she cant move them.
Does she ever get out of bed? Marcails face mirrored her compassion.
No. Shes propped against the headboard of the bed for most of the day, but she never gets up.
Alex fell silent for a moment, and Marcails mind ran with images of a woman being bedridden for 30 years. How does she do it? Marcail finally whispered.
Alex smiled before answering. She lets God use her right where she is. In fact, you wont be able to spend more than 30 minutes with her before she praises Him for her condition. She writes about ten letters a day, and she knows if she wasnt in that bed, she would never have been a letter writer.
Letters to whom?
People all over the world who have heard about her or come to the house to meet her. She never talks about herself, but writes Scripture and words of encouragement to those who hurt or have not yet found the Lord.
She sounds wonderful. How does your father handle all of this?