October 11, what a day! I was in the second row at ST. Peter’s for the opening of the Year of Faith. At lunch, Fr Álvaro gave a kind of farewell speech as he hand over power to Fr Sylvester. But hen, it all came crashing down for me that afternoon.
I was plying fubito (soccer on a field the size of a hockey rink). I moved swiftly down one side with the ball while looking for a pass to the brother in the middle. I made a little fake move to try and open up a passing lane. Then, I stepped down. I thought I stepped beside the ball, but I stepped half on the ball and half in the air. I hit the ground so fast so brothers though I’d hit my head. Instead, I’d sprained my ankle.
Now I am on Crutches for a week or two. What a pain. Now I have to think about simple things like walking to the chapel or carrying books across a room. They become difficult adventures. How many times I have done such simple things and never thought about them. How grateful I will be now to do those same little things again.
How often I forget to thank God for the simple things. I act like a spoiled brat who “deserves” them.
