Physical Therapist Tribute to Physical

Physical Therapist

Tribute to Physical Therapist

Beauty comes in many different forms. I won't pretend to be an expert on beauty, but I can tell you one thing: it sure seemed like there was a lot less of it after my surgery. It wasn't just not being able to walk without crutches, although that was a big part. It was the feeling of staying still while the rest of the world was still moving. Like a cruise ship casualty, I was watching my entire world float away.

The process of rehabilitation seemed hopeless at first. My physical therapists, experts though they may have been, did nothing for me. Some were detached and unable to connect; others were soft, and unsuited to the challenge of pushing beyond strength into that peculiar region in which humans experience growth.

And that's why Pam was so remarkable. I had long since given up my prospects of full recovery, and I felt jaded and bitter. At first, I found it surprising that it was at this moment that I found beauty; but Charlie Chaplin said that "beauty is an omnipresence of death and loveliness, a smiling sadness that we discern in nature and all things" (Quotations). So perhaps it was appropriate that then, at my lowest point, I found my beauty -- and my miracle.