It may be too soon to tell, but I am getting a good feeling from Matthew's new physiotherapist.
When I met him and asked if he would be willing to work with kids, he told me that when he was little, he had some rather severe issues with his feet and legs. A surgeon had wanted to do some intensive surgeries. His parents sought out other therapies, hoping to avoid surgery. He was fortunate enough to do so. And, now he is a p/t.
When we arrived today, he asked how St. Louis went. I told him about the cast and about the leg length discrepancy. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me.
He looked at me again and said
I am struggling to find words to describe the feeling I have about this situation. Uncanny, fortunate, uplifting, beautiful, wonderful... seem to work. Somehow, this little foot has taken Matthew to a person who has led a similar life. Who has been casted, needed p/t, wears a lift in his shoe.
I think he has a soft spot for Matthew. I think that can only be the start of something good.
He told me today I was doing the right thing with Matthew. That this was the right path. That he just knew it.
Somehow, today, I feel it too.
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