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Meg’s Monthly Message – February 2010

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“Really loving another person entails seeing their flaws and making the decision to love them anyway.”  ~ Rosa Radikalis

My legs don’t work.

I’m covered in scars.

I’m in a wheelchair.

Love is something I thought I would never have. After I was paralyzed, I was sure I’d spend the rest of my life alone. I couldn’t walk. I had scars all over my body, and my hands were lifeless – and useless. felt useless.

Who could see past all these flaws and ever love me? No one. That’s who.

But I was wrong…


“She’ll never walk again. She’s paralyzed. She’ll never walk.” Those were the thoughts churning inside my now-husband, Whit, as he hung up the phone after hearing my mom tell him I had been paralyzed. She called everyone in my phone book – even Whit, my ex-boyfriend. I’ve never seen my husband cry, but he told me he did after this phone call.


Over the next few months, Whit came regularly to the hospital to visit me. Sometimes he would make me balloon animals, but mostly he would sit quietly with me and play his guitar. He was my most favorite visitor because he didn’t expect me to try to visit with him, or even try to look like I was my happy old self, which took a lot of effort. No, he just stayed for a while and sang me to sleep.


Once out of the hospital, I began to relearn the things in my life. Though friends had drifted into and out of the picture, Whit was still there, patiently by my side. He was with me one year later watching me brush my teeth for the first time. After two years, he was the one in the passenger seat when I drove for the first time. Then after three years, he took me to get my college diploma framed.


One night on the couch, I reached for his hand and placed mine inside. All four of my fingers wrapped loosely around his pinky; I couldn’t grip, so I pressed our hands into the black leather of the couch.

I asked him if it bothered him that I couldn’t walk.

“Yes,” he said, honestly. “But not as much as it would if I couldn’t be with you.”


He proposed late one night with brightly carved pumpkins.


We were married on February 29, 2008.


And I’ve found that we’re both nicely flawed.

“Really loving another person entails seeing their flaws and making the decision to love them anyway.” ~ Rosa Radikalis

Who sees past all your flaws and loves you?

Who sees past your impatience?

…your flakiness?

…your past?

Who sees past all these flaws and still loves you?

Someone. That’s who.

 …and whose flaws are you willing to see past?

We all have “that someone” with flaws on the outside – and flaws on the inside – that we love anyway.

And we are all that flawed someone to someone else.

Who loves us in spite of us.

Sometimes you wonder how you can see past all those flaws in that someone else long enough to love them.

And when you do, ask yourself which bugs you more: those flaws, or the idea that you couldn’t be with them.

You already know what you would answer.

And you would be right.

Happy Valentines Day.
Go and be bugged!


Keep on Rollin’

Meg Johnson


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