It started as a typical day before leaving for school. It didn't stay that way for long. With my brother being home for a funeral, our Uncle having passed away the week prior, everyone was on edge but I never saw this coming. Adam and i chilling on the couch. he wanted to do a shot of captain i agreed because we were home and it was one shot i knew id be fine with that no big deal so we each had one airplane bottle and decided to play cards. then mom came out and accused me of stealing from her backpack. i hadn't and told her so. then she accused me of being a lying drunken stealing (other things i wont repeat) deadbeat. i said mom i love you but I'm not going to take being treated like this. she said fine. get out. i put on my sneakers and went for a walk. started running for a bit on my favorite trail and got to and old tree on a corner in the trail. i back-handed the tree and that's how i busted my hand
With the list of things I cant do at the moment I am growing more and more frustrated.
- I cant walk from the Union with lunch without spilling it
- I cant hold a drink in my right hand without a spill proof lid
- I cant do my own laundry
- I cant wash my dishes
- I cant write,paint, or play guitar
Seems like a lot. It is. For someone as hard-headed as I am this is killer. I have gotten good at asking for prayer in recent history but asking people for help doing every day things, that I am not very good at. There must be something to learn from this, first of all that I need to work on controlling my temper, but what else is God going to teach me from all of this?
