Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing spring up quickly;
your vindication shall go before you,
and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
– Isaiah 58:8
He recalls it as if it happened in slow motion – the fall, the stand, the blood, the thrill, the musing, the scolding.
And why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.
But it’s not his dad who says that. It is a fictional dad who loves a fictional son.
The wounds from his fall fascinate him. He peeks at them every now and then, trying to gauge the healing process.
Wounds heal better when they are in the open. But that’s when they hurt the most. He wonders if he has the courage to cause so much hurt. He wonders if it is worth it to cause so much hurt. He wonders if he can bear causing so much hurt. Perhaps it is better for certain wounds to simply remain as scars – not completely healed, but covered up to prevent festering.
The wounds are healing nicely. They still pain him, of course. Pain is a consequence of healing.
The times that he feels hurt by his dad occur are rare these days. The day he fell was one of those times.