Samurai

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My fall on our wooden bathroom floor was surprisingly benign.  Bruised a knee. The problem was that it landed me flat out on the floor at 3 AM in the morning when I didn’t want to wake anyone up to help me. So I was stuck. And my stuckness only increased when my bowels decided to unload on me at that moment. Still, I decided to wait it out, to stay on the floor until at least 6 AM so Lisa and the kids could get a full night’s sleep. It may not have been the best plan.

Lying on the wood floor, I played a game with myself. I imagined that I was a samurai sleeping across the threshold of his Lord. Samurai slept on wood without anything else, I thought.  So “samurai! Bonsai!”“ Whatever. I was still stuck.

Finally the clock struck 6 AM, and I couldn’t take it anymore. So I called out to Lisa, but she could not lift me off the floor. I had no legs and was completely stiff from lying there for so long. She lovingly cleaned me up and then called for her oldest son Sam to come and help me get up. It took both Sam and his younger brother Joey to get me off the floor. The bathroom smelled like you might imagine. They had to help me move my legs to get back to bed. I started to cry.  Lisa started to cry, “This is so sad. It’s just so sad,” Lisa said.

Finally, they got me back into bed. Later, Lisa told me that as she was putting soiled clothing into the washer, Sam came up to her and said, “How are you doing mom?” Lisa started to cry once more.  As this happened, Sam put his arms around her and said, “We can do this, mom. It’s going to be OK.” He held her tight for a long time. There was the real samurai that day. A perfect combination of presence, strength, and grace.  

 

4 thoughts on “Samurai

  1. John Greenman Greenman

    Here goes with Word Press, Gil. If you boil the Gospel down to it’s simplest and most profound message, it is that you are loved. Nothing could be clearer from your attitude and your family’s response. You are loved. Praise God! Praise God! Praise God! Thank you, God, Thank you, Lisa. Thank you, Joey. Thank you, Sam. Thank you, Gil, for doing the best you could. Best is best. And you are all the best that God makes. We prayed for you in church today and do so every day. Every day. All our love, John (Dad) and Patty

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  2. Betsy Greenman

    OK, every time I read and re-read this my eyes fill up – not because of the on-going pollen issues – rather because this is an awesome tribute to Sam the Samurai and such a willingness, by you, to be open and vulnerable about this whole time. Awesomely done. Oh – and ‘quality control’ – email came through!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo Mom

    On Sun, Apr 29, 2018 at 8:27 AM, A Fortunate Man With MS wrote:

    > gilgreenman posted: ” SSamurai My fall on our wooden bathroom floor was > surprisingly benign. Bruised a knee. The problem was that it landed me > flat out on the floor at 3 AM in the morning when I didn’t want to wake > anyone up to help me. So I was stuck. And my stuckness only” >

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  3. Molly

    My eyes are watery from your vulnerability to share this, from the all-too-familiar viewpoint of knowing what this story looks like, and for how well loved you are, Gil. Sending you all my love and a date for pizza soon!

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