This Is The Best Motto Ever.
And I bet that you’re going to be completely changed after reading this.
It was like any other day for me over quarantine. I worked up a good sweat during my hour and a half workout and just came downstairs after taking a refreshing shower. I was all ready to eat dinner and gobbled up the meal almost immediately. My mom went into the garage for some reason, and the shooting pain that was already going through my leg worsened. It was like someone was zapping electricity through my right leg. Over and over. I was thoroughly confused about what was happening, so I leaned over and tugged on my brother’s shirt.
“Help. There’s a shooting pain going through my leg and it won’t stop,” I croaked.
Obviously, he was just as confused as I was so he repeated what I tried to whisper to him, out loud. My dad heard, and within a second, I was being carried to the couch where the recliner went up. By the time my mom came back inside from the garage, I was lying down on the fully reclined seat — my leg moving on its own every time I felt that pain.
It was horrible, and I didn’t know what was happening. My mom, being the amazing doctor and person she is, put pain spray, tried ice and heat, massaged it, and not finding anything that was helping me, called the doctor.
She scheduled a doctor’s appointment for the next day where they made me do a bunch of stuff with it and explain what happened. Saying that it could have just been a nerve pull, they also wanted to rule out SCFE which they were mostly sure wasn’t the case, but just wanted to double-check.
So, I had to get an X-Ray of my hip bone, and… nothing. The doctor said that if the pain persisted I should come back. Guess what? The pain didn’t go away.
Around a few months before, my dad got shoulder surgery and was in physical therapy. Since both of my parents met the doctor who helped my dad, they decided to take me to that doctor and get my knee checked.
The day finally rolled around and it was the same procedure. He wanted to, though, take an X-Ray of my knee specifically. Having done that, there was… nothing. Finally, the doctor said he wanted to do an MRI.
Here’s what happened in short: I went into the MRI. I came out. I attended online classes. My mom got the call about the results of the MRI. I was called back by the same doctor. That’s when I knew.
He said I had cartilage damage in my right knee. He said there was no way it could be treated officially except for gaining strength around the damage. He suggested physical therapy. He said that the most likely reason for this was overuse — my long hours of working out, practicing dance and martial arts, going on walks, etc. Everything added up.
As someone who never got injured like this before (I never broke, sprained, or twisted anything), hearing that was big news. And boy was it tough.
What that meant was that I couldn’t dance. I couldn’t do martial arts. I couldn’t work out. I couldn’t do anything related to physical activity. Anything for 2–3 months until I get back to normal (i.e. the pain wasn’t there anymore).
I am a super active person. Like super active to the point that if I’m tired one day, every person in my family will automatically assume something is wrong. Because that is not who I am.
For the first bit of time, I was mad that this happened. Then I was upset. Disappointed because I did this to myself.
With the stoppage of all physical activity, I had ample time on my hands. That’s when I realized that maybe there was a positive to this injury. I discovered my passion for writing small articles about my experiences, started a club with my friend, and did some pretty amazing other projects with my family.
What originally seemed to be the worst thing ever for me turned into this fantastic opportunity to develop more hobbies and interests and to pursue the passions I didn’t have time for (or even think I had).
Simply put, I realized that,
Everything happens for a reason.
This is the best motto ever.
Have you ever hated something that’s happened to you before to the extent that you wished it didn’t? But then some time passes, and you realize that because the thing that you oh-so-dearly-hated took place, something wonderful happened. Why do things like this take place in life?
I have no definite answer to that question except for one thing:
No one knows. Life just takes you where it takes you and gives you beautiful opportunities to create yourself, then keep refining yourself, eventually letting you become the wonderful person you are. They may not seem like opportunities at the moment, but they usually are. No rain, no flowers. Remember that.
Develop the habit of remembering that whenever something happens, there’s a reason behind it, and most of the time, it’s for the greater good. Once again, at the moment, it definitely may not be. Take some time to reflect on what the effects of this event were.
And don’t forget:
Thanks for reading! Until next time, stay safe, happy, and healthy.
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