From The Broken Place
I heard a story a long time ago, about a young man, an athlete, who was beginning to make a name for himself. He had just
been recognized nationally for his gifts, when he was involved in a car accident.
He lost a leg, and ended his athletic career.
He became lost and bitter. Therapy began to restore him to himself. As part of his therapy he drew a picture of how he felt. He drew himself with a jagged black tear through the center of his heart and body. At some point in his recovery he began to visit hospitals and those who were going through the same thing he had gone through, to make the loss he had suffered of value.
He went to the room of a despondent young woman who had also lost a leg. She saw him come and and ignored him until he took off his leg and began to dance around, whistle and snap his fingers. She said, "how could I stay depressed if he can do that!" Eventually they married and began to counsel others together. At some point at the end of his therapy, he decided to finish the drawing he had started and did not erase the jagged broken line through his heart, but instead drew in light rays coming from the broken place, and said that, "From the place that was broken is the source of the light."
