A Different Me
"When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me
And when the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try
And have a little faith in me"
It had been almost a month since his accident. He couldn't stand being strapped to the hospital bed, not being able to do anything. The angle he was in also didn't make things better. They had positioned him so that he was always looking at the damn floor! Apparently it was good for his spine and the doctor claimed that it was helping him heel. But a man could only take so much!
Thankfully, whenever no one was looking, Joanie would lye on the floor underneath him. Given the circumstances, those moments were the highlights of his days. She would lye on the floor for hours, talking with him. Her gentle hand would stroke his cheek, making him temporally forget about his problems.
Shortcake was definitely one in a million. He had to admit that no other woman would ever do the things she does for him. Having her by his sides made him strong. Knowing that she loved him and would always be by his side, through sickness and health, brought a sense of peace to him.
ONE MONTH LATER
"All right, Mr. Fonzarelli, how do you feel?" Doctor Hyde asked his patient.
Fonzie leaned back against the wheel chair; it felt great to be out of the damn bed. He could actually move his upper body and look anywhere he pleased, instead of the floor.
"I feel great" Fonzie said as he wheeled himself across the room. He stopped by the door and peaked outside. "Where's Joanie? It's not like her to be late?" Fonzie said in a worried voice, but also wanting to get as far away from the hospital as humanly possible. At the moment all he wanted was to go home and be with his family.
"I'm sure she'll be along soon," the doctor said as he made his way to the door. "I have to go Mr. Fonzarelli, is it ok if I leave you on your own?" he asked. Fonzie nodded and the two men shook hands. The doctor immediately took off down the corridor, running late for a meeting.
Fonzie wheeled over to the window. What am I going to do know? He wondered silently. Sure, he still had his old job, but what about the other areas of his life? How was he going to adjust to this? He was handicapped! Somehow it seemed as if he wasn't Fonzie anymore. He sighed in frustration, moving away from the window.
His reflection caught his attention. Studying himself in the mirror he silently wondered, "who am I now?"
TO BE CONTINUED
"When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me
And when the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try
And have a little faith in me"
It had been almost a month since his accident. He couldn't stand being strapped to the hospital bed, not being able to do anything. The angle he was in also didn't make things better. They had positioned him so that he was always looking at the damn floor! Apparently it was good for his spine and the doctor claimed that it was helping him heel. But a man could only take so much!
Thankfully, whenever no one was looking, Joanie would lye on the floor underneath him. Given the circumstances, those moments were the highlights of his days. She would lye on the floor for hours, talking with him. Her gentle hand would stroke his cheek, making him temporally forget about his problems.
Shortcake was definitely one in a million. He had to admit that no other woman would ever do the things she does for him. Having her by his sides made him strong. Knowing that she loved him and would always be by his side, through sickness and health, brought a sense of peace to him.
ONE MONTH LATER
"All right, Mr. Fonzarelli, how do you feel?" Doctor Hyde asked his patient.
Fonzie leaned back against the wheel chair; it felt great to be out of the damn bed. He could actually move his upper body and look anywhere he pleased, instead of the floor.
"I feel great" Fonzie said as he wheeled himself across the room. He stopped by the door and peaked outside. "Where's Joanie? It's not like her to be late?" Fonzie said in a worried voice, but also wanting to get as far away from the hospital as humanly possible. At the moment all he wanted was to go home and be with his family.
"I'm sure she'll be along soon," the doctor said as he made his way to the door. "I have to go Mr. Fonzarelli, is it ok if I leave you on your own?" he asked. Fonzie nodded and the two men shook hands. The doctor immediately took off down the corridor, running late for a meeting.
Fonzie wheeled over to the window. What am I going to do know? He wondered silently. Sure, he still had his old job, but what about the other areas of his life? How was he going to adjust to this? He was handicapped! Somehow it seemed as if he wasn't Fonzie anymore. He sighed in frustration, moving away from the window.
His reflection caught his attention. Studying himself in the mirror he silently wondered, "who am I now?"
TO BE CONTINUED
