October 18, 2009
Happily Ever After
It's nice to read something hopeful in the daily fishwrap for a change:
... he fell into "pure, unadulterated depression," recoiling from social settings, suffering guilt at the thought of leaving his troops in Iraq, wondering, "Am I ever going to be loved again? Am I ever going to date again?"
"I always grew up and felt like I'm this big bad tough guy and here I am rolling around in a wheelchair," says Butler, a University of Maryland graduate. "There's nothing tough about being in a wheelchair."
That summer his left foot became infected, forcing doctors to amputate so that Butler "basically had two heels left." Learning to walk that autumn was frustrating, awkward and acutely painful.
By the end of the year, after 52 surgeries to try to save his legs, Butler agreed with his doctors that the 53rd would remove his left leg below the knee. "I kind of became more comfortable with the thought of being an amputee and wearing a prosthetic."
In February, weeks after the amputation -- which Butler says "was just absolutely the best decision" -- Sauriol ran into him in the lobby of the outpatient hotel. As often happened when soldiers moved out of the main hospital, she'd lost track of Butler and suggested they catch up over breakfast at a nearby restaurant.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
- The Song of Solomon
Posted by Cassandra at October 18, 2009 11:02 AM
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That's a lovely story. Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Miss Ladybug at October 18, 2009 03:12 PM
Taking time out from my perpetual snarling over the political locust eating our seed crop... I'm happy to see this posting, which IMHO, proves that the young man is a big, bad, tough guy. And the young lady is quite a fine example of all that's right with the fine people who populate our nation.
Congrats to the bride and groom. Best wishes for their future.
Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom.
-George S. Patton
Posted by: bt_curmudgeon_hun at October 18, 2009 07:06 PM
- The Song of Soloman
Soloman? Sounds like a lonely guy.
(Running and hiding...)
Posted by: camojack at October 19, 2009 12:33 AM
OK... I was in a hurry. Thanks :)
Posted by: Cassandra at October 19, 2009 08:47 AM
Posted by: Solo man at October 19, 2009 09:18 AM