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A Message From Debra

A few years ago, I wrote a story called "Pride and a Red Walker," which is in my book, God Moments in an Ordinary Life. If you haven't read the story, the book is available in our online store. (Shameless plug!) The story recounts the time I had surgery on both feet and how my pride got in the way of utilizing a much-needed walker. I learned a valuable lesson about myself with that situation: that I would rather hobble around on two hurting feet than use a walker and hurt my pride.

That brings me to the present. Recently, I broke my foot when I tripped on a speed bump in a hotel parking lot. No, I was not speeding! I was carrying a load in my arms and couldn't see my feet. I had seen the speed bump, but my feet got to it before I was ready and I took a giant fall. Thinking it was a bad sprain, I had to cancel my appointments and I stayed in the hotel with my foot propped up with an ice bag on it. A week later, it wasn't getting better, so I went to the doctor.

After x-raying my foot, the doctor came in and said, "You really did a good job. It's broken." He confirmed what I had suspected. I hoped he would put me in a boot, but due to the kind of break it is, he insisted on a cast. He then proceeded to give me my orders for caring for my poor foot. He said, "I want you to stay off of it as much as possible, so I'm going to write you an order to be off work." I looked at him and said, "That's not going to work." He said, "What do you do?" I explained that I travel and sing gospel music. He said, "Well, how do you expect to stand for an entire concert?" I told him I would sit as much as possible. And then it happened. He told me I need a walker! It was then my pride reared its ugly head. I had crutches. Couldn't I use them? (Like they were prettier.) He said that I needed more stability and wrote the order. At least the one I borrowed before was a snazzy red number with wheels, the Cadillac of walkers. The one I have now is the plain Jane model, sort of the Gremlin of walkers.

So did I really learn anything the first time? Well, yes I did. If you really need to get somewhere, it doesn't matter if you get there in a Cadillac or a Gremlin, as long as you get there! (Especially the restroom.) Pride should never hinder our walk. After all, Scripture tells us that pride comes before the fall. Don't I know it!

If you come to a concert in the next few weeks and only see me on stage, I'm not being a diva or nursing my pride. I'm just backstage propped up on the ole' Gremlin.

Debra Talley
The Talleys