Life Day

My life-changing accident occurred 15 years ago today, on May 22, 1993. Since the doctors (foolishly underestimating my hardheadedness) told Michelle I would not live the night, we celebrate May 22 as Life Day. This morning, to mark the 15 years, I went out at 5:10 AM and ran 10 miles. Perhaps I should have done 15 miles ... but after just restarting running in mid-March, following my torn hamstring, I didn't feel quite up to that yet.

Old days

In my early high school years in Addison, Michigan, before I went to Interlochen, Brent Marowelli was a very close friend of mine. Brent was a very good drummer, and I a keyboard player ... so, having this common bond in music, we often got together for informal jam sessions at his home (and immodestly called one another "Pro"). We had a more important bond, however, as we had both become Christians at roughly the same time. (I accepted Christ as my Lord on March 12, 1973.) Brent is now the Pastor of Loomis Park Baptist Church in Jackson, Michigan, and this afternoon I enjoyed going there for an open house for his son Jordan. And as I was preparing to leave, Brent asked me if I would play a hymn for him. I never play any more, and in fact, last did so when I saw him in 2001 ... but I agreed to his request, and surprised myself with a better-than-expected rendition of "It Is Well With My Soul." So now, in light of that, I'm considering practicing some and seeing what I can do, even though the biggest problem remains unchanged ... the massive gap between what I can physically do now, and what I so clearly remember being able to do (and still feel, on some level, as if I should be able to).