Note: Thanks again to those who reviewed.:-) Anyway, I'm sorry the other
two chapters were so short, but I'm building. This one is a little longer,
though. Enjoy!:-)
Randy looked down at his hands and noticed a ball next to him. He leaned over, picked it up, and threw it as hard as he could.right into Wilson's yard. Wilson then came over to the fence with it and smiled when he saw Randy.
"Well, hidi ho there, Taylor lad!" Wilson greeted him.
"Hey, Wilson," Randy said in a depressed voice.
"Back from the hospital so soon?"
"I wouldn't exactly say soon, Wilson. It felt like I was there forever."
"Well, Randy, one can often feel like that when they're someplace they don't want be."
"How about someplace I shouldn't be?"
"What seems to be the problem, there Randy?"
"Wilson, are you blind? Look at me, I may never walk again! I mean, I have to roll everywhere, I have to have people help me with everything, not to mention I have people crawling all over me acting like I'm some kind of delicate flower or something. It's driving me nuts, Wilson!"
"Well, Randy I don't know how you feel exactly, but if I were you I would just be thankful to be alive. You know, Randy, I'm reminded of the saying: Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune."
Randy stayed silent for a moment. "Yeah, but Wilson that's just it, I don't know if I can accept what has happened. I mean, what good is it being alive if I'm miserable all the time?"
"Well would you rather be a little miserable, or dead?"
"Well, at the rate I'm going right now I'm not so sure."
Then quietly, Randy rolled his way back into the house, leaving Wilson wondering how he could help him to overcome this. Because with the way Randy was feeling, he couldn't think of a single saying or quote that could ever help him. **
"Are you sure you don't need anything else, honey?!" Jill yelled from the top of the basement stairs.
"No, thanks, mom!" he yelled up.
Suddenly, Tim came up behind Jill. "Jill, what are you doing?"
Jill jumped. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"You're babying him, Jill," he said, following her into the kitchen.
"I am not! I'm just helping him. Do you think it's going to be too hard for Randy to get up and down those stairs?"
"Jill, I built something that will help him move up them. All he has to do is hook his wheelchair to a hook and push a button and bada bing bada boom he's upstairs!"
"Wait a minute, you built it?"
"Yes, Jill I did."
Jill hesitated a moment. "I'm calling Al to come check it."
"Jill, put the phone down. Now come on, you have to stop this. Randy is never going to get any better if your hovering around him all the time."
"Well I'm sorry, Tim but I've never.. I just.. I'm just so scared for him," she replied in a shaky voice.
Tim held her. "Look, I know you're scared. I'm scared, too. But we have to think of Randy and what's best for him. That's what will make him get better, sooner."
"I know, I just can't help it you know? I mean, I'm his mother."
"I know. Just try to help him, but only when he needs help, okay?"
Jill nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Are you going to be all right?"
"Yeah, I guess I'll have to be for now."
"All right, football time!" he said, running to the couch and turning on the TV.
"Tim! What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh.. Oh, you're right what good is a football game without bratwurst?"
"No, Tim I mean how can you watch football right now?"
"Uh, because I can?"
"Tim, you are so insensitive."
"Jill, what did I just say? We can't be hovering over Randy all the time. We need to live our normal lives, so just leave me alone!"
"Tim-"
"What, Jill?"
"I was talking about the opera. You were taking me out this afternoon, remember?"
"Uh...No."
"Tim, we've had these tickets for months! And I believe you were the one who said to live our normal lives, right?"
Tim grunted. "Oh, no. I guess I did say that didn't I? Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho."
Jill laughed. "I'll be upstairs getting dressed."
She then walked away singing an opera tune and Tim groaned. He then looked at the door to Randy's room and sighed.
"Don't worry, I'm scared, too, Jill. More than I've ever been in my life."
Randy looked down at his hands and noticed a ball next to him. He leaned over, picked it up, and threw it as hard as he could.right into Wilson's yard. Wilson then came over to the fence with it and smiled when he saw Randy.
"Well, hidi ho there, Taylor lad!" Wilson greeted him.
"Hey, Wilson," Randy said in a depressed voice.
"Back from the hospital so soon?"
"I wouldn't exactly say soon, Wilson. It felt like I was there forever."
"Well, Randy, one can often feel like that when they're someplace they don't want be."
"How about someplace I shouldn't be?"
"What seems to be the problem, there Randy?"
"Wilson, are you blind? Look at me, I may never walk again! I mean, I have to roll everywhere, I have to have people help me with everything, not to mention I have people crawling all over me acting like I'm some kind of delicate flower or something. It's driving me nuts, Wilson!"
"Well, Randy I don't know how you feel exactly, but if I were you I would just be thankful to be alive. You know, Randy, I'm reminded of the saying: Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune."
Randy stayed silent for a moment. "Yeah, but Wilson that's just it, I don't know if I can accept what has happened. I mean, what good is it being alive if I'm miserable all the time?"
"Well would you rather be a little miserable, or dead?"
"Well, at the rate I'm going right now I'm not so sure."
Then quietly, Randy rolled his way back into the house, leaving Wilson wondering how he could help him to overcome this. Because with the way Randy was feeling, he couldn't think of a single saying or quote that could ever help him. **
"Are you sure you don't need anything else, honey?!" Jill yelled from the top of the basement stairs.
"No, thanks, mom!" he yelled up.
Suddenly, Tim came up behind Jill. "Jill, what are you doing?"
Jill jumped. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"You're babying him, Jill," he said, following her into the kitchen.
"I am not! I'm just helping him. Do you think it's going to be too hard for Randy to get up and down those stairs?"
"Jill, I built something that will help him move up them. All he has to do is hook his wheelchair to a hook and push a button and bada bing bada boom he's upstairs!"
"Wait a minute, you built it?"
"Yes, Jill I did."
Jill hesitated a moment. "I'm calling Al to come check it."
"Jill, put the phone down. Now come on, you have to stop this. Randy is never going to get any better if your hovering around him all the time."
"Well I'm sorry, Tim but I've never.. I just.. I'm just so scared for him," she replied in a shaky voice.
Tim held her. "Look, I know you're scared. I'm scared, too. But we have to think of Randy and what's best for him. That's what will make him get better, sooner."
"I know, I just can't help it you know? I mean, I'm his mother."
"I know. Just try to help him, but only when he needs help, okay?"
Jill nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Are you going to be all right?"
"Yeah, I guess I'll have to be for now."
"All right, football time!" he said, running to the couch and turning on the TV.
"Tim! What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh.. Oh, you're right what good is a football game without bratwurst?"
"No, Tim I mean how can you watch football right now?"
"Uh, because I can?"
"Tim, you are so insensitive."
"Jill, what did I just say? We can't be hovering over Randy all the time. We need to live our normal lives, so just leave me alone!"
"Tim-"
"What, Jill?"
"I was talking about the opera. You were taking me out this afternoon, remember?"
"Uh...No."
"Tim, we've had these tickets for months! And I believe you were the one who said to live our normal lives, right?"
Tim grunted. "Oh, no. I guess I did say that didn't I? Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho."
Jill laughed. "I'll be upstairs getting dressed."
She then walked away singing an opera tune and Tim groaned. He then looked at the door to Randy's room and sighed.
"Don't worry, I'm scared, too, Jill. More than I've ever been in my life."