Worst of Times and Best of Times


“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life? Daily Post

This quote actually fits me pretty well. I believe even in the darkest of times there is a silver lining somewhere. Some people say that just means I am an eternal optimist. I like to believe it’s because my faith is so strong.

I believe God would not allow dark times if you were not going to reap the benefits of those dark times in the end. The benefits may not always be immediately evident. They may not even be something that you realize is a result of the dark time right away. But eventually it all becomes clear.

My story may not be about the last time this sentence described my life but it is about the first one that came to mind. And it truly was something bad which led some to something truly great.

Shortly after my wife and I met we were traveling to her mom’s to celebrate her mom’s birthday. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. The trip involves traveling on a lot of country roads. Lots of hills and open country to enjoy.

On this particular trip we ended up in a life changing situation. A car coming the opposite direction was going too fast to stop when a car in front of it slowed to turn into a driveway. The driver swerved to go around the car only to hit us head on with both of us going about 50 MPH.

The next thing I know I was coming to and saw my wife next to me unconscious. She eventually started coming too as well. We both ended up in the hospital, her being taken by Care Flight due to the seriousness of her injuries.

All the sudden we were experiencing the worst of times. We both ended up with broken femurs and having surgery to place a rod and pins in our leg. She also had numerous other injuries, broken foot, ribs, glass shards in her arm and face, minor head injuries. I stayed in the hospital for several days. She ended up being in the hospital and rehab for couple weeks before being released to go home.

Suddenly we couldn’t take care of ourselves. We couldn’t work. We had to rely on friends and family members to take us back and forth to doctor appoints, grocery store, and anywhere else we needed to be. We were young and didn’t have a lot of emergency savings. It was a couple months before I was able to return to work and over a year and a half before she could. I had just proposed to her two weeks before the accident and now we didn’t know when she would be able to walk down the aisle on her own.

However, this also led to what we look back on now as some of the best times too. Once I got the hang of hobbling around well enough to take care of us we went back to our own place. We had no car for a short time. We had nowhere we had to be unless it was a doctors appointment or a family member had come to take us to the store.

Therefore we had endless amount of time to spend together. Cuddling, watching tv, talking, playing board games, etc. This happened in November. We had snow storms in the December and January. Since we had nowhere to be and we lived in an apartment it didn’t matter. It was truly a time where nothing mattered outside of the time we were getting to spend with each other.

To not have to worry about having to be up early the next morning, not having to worry about being ready to leave to go to work. It truly was as if there were absolutely no cares in the world. Many people would love to be able to do that.

Obviously it wasn’t as if we were living carefree. We obviously couldn’t eat cavier and drink champagne every night. But that was fine. We had each other and that was all we needed. We still look back fondly on those couple of months and the time we got to spend together.

It truly was the best of times during the worst of times.

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