After a few months of swimming a few laps here and there with my
training partner, I decided that my injuries wouldn't stop me from
living my dream. Six months later , I began my freshman year at St.
Mary’s College of Maryland: I was one of the swimmers to watch on the
team. The pain and the agony was real and it existed all the way
through. It was not an easy situation: laying in a bed, staring at the
ceiling, knowing that your life is over. I thought to myself repeatedly,
why this situation had to happen to me. I was a good kid, received good
grades in school, and went to church. Why would something as horrific
as this happen to me? Why would God allow this? I went on and on for
days asking why?
It is usually very easy for people to blame you for the pain God allows you to go through. Like Job, some will even ask you to curse God and die. These people - friends, family, colleagues etc. - are unaware that, there is an invisible hand working in your life. To their
It is usually very easy for people to blame you for the pain God allows you to go through. Like Job, some will even ask you to curse God and die. These people - friends, family, colleagues etc. - are unaware that, there is an invisible hand working in your life. To their
