Linda Beck: Oh, what a beautiful day

  • Posted: Sunday, April 21, 2013 12:01 a.m.

There is a song that starts with “Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh, what a beautiful day.” And the day of this writing was such a day.

My scrumptious breakfast contained perfectly crisp bacon, the sound of “snap, crackle, pop,” and a piece of toast with a glass of juice. Oh, yum, yum good.

A lady came into my room and introduced herself. She had seen one of my columns and discovered that I was there. She and her husband lead a sing-a-long every Friday morning so she asked if I would like to go. That was the first day I was allowed to leave my room in a wheelchair.

The very first solo was “It Is Well with My Soul!” How could they have known this is my favorite song? What a blessing it is when one can truly say, even during a crisis like I was experiencing, that it is well with my soul.

I asked if they would sing “Victory in Jesus” and received a double blessing.

I decided since I was in a wheelchair I would just eat lunch in the dining room. The chicken casserole was as good as the ones I used to make, and I love cream-style corn.

The food there is definitely warmer, so after that I started eating lunch and dinner there everyday.

After lunch the occupational therapist took me to the therapy room. I saw a girl that used to be my therapist on Julian Road. It was a delight to see her again, but I felt so bad that her name would not come to my mind. I asked her to tell me the first letter and I would figure it out.

“It is R,” she said. I made several wrong guesses and I finally asked for the second letter.

“O” she replied. After a few more wrong guesses, suddenly I knew.

“It is Robin,” I squealed as the light bulb came on in my dull brain. We chatted awhile and then I followed my new therapist, Jodi, to do some work.

Then my friend, Dorothy, came in. She had driven all the way from Lexington, so Jodi invited her to stay and rest as she and I began to do a few things. I saw two other people I knew from the past and met a lady who happened to be the mother of a girl with whom I graduated.

Her daughter, Brenda, died from cancer when she was in her 50s. I knew I had seen this lady somewhere before and found out we used to go to the YMCA pool at the same time.

I started reading a book that my friend, Donna No. 2, bought for me. It is a daily devotional and, even though I read the first seven chapters, I decided to stop and read it daily.

In just a short time, my adopted sister, Teresa, popped in, and then came Jasper and Linda. I thought my friends had met before, but they had not. We had a great time sharing our old tales from the past. Another delicious meal was brought in so we all said our goodbyes.

I experienced some pain in the transfer but had enjoyed being out of bed for several hours.

The really uplifting thing was that my blood tested at 2.4 which is a great place on the scale and indicated the possible road to recovery might be just ahead.

I closed my day just as I started this story…the last line of the song goes like this… “And I have a beautiful feeling, everything is going my way.”

Thank God for his grace and blessings!

Linda Beck is a local writer and speaker who developed severe pulmonary embolisms in her lungs. She is at the Lutheran Home until she can return home to take care of herself.

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