Happy Thursday y'all!
Today I want to tell you about a person that I met for one hour.
And completely changed the way I think.
Even still today.
For those of you who don't know, I'm a massage therapist.
A year and a half ago I was working doing massage in a chiropractors office.
And that's when I got the call.
The chiropractor I worked for had a client that came in and knew someone who was in their last weeks of fighting terminal cancer.
One thing she had always wanted to do was get a massage.
I wasn't given much information.
Just a name.
A phone number.
I walked in the house and was eagerly greeted by family who helped me get set up.
When I went into the room to do the massage, I met Jenni.
A girl who was frail and looked about 10 years old.
I was devastated.
I had assumed in my lack of knowledge about my client that she was older.
I began the massage.
Really it wasn't that.
It was very gentle, and I tried to be as soothing as I could.
I didn't want to cause her any pain.
Her breaths were ragged.
We tried to make simple conversation.
Dancing around the obvious.
As I continued the massage, I started to look around her room.
She had pictures up everywhere.
Pictures with family.
Pictures with friends.
Pictures with her boyfriend.
And that's when I realized:
Jenni is my age.
And suddenly I felt fortunate.
And suddenly I was grateful.
And suddenly I was thankful.
And suddenly I was sad.
When it could have just as easily been me.
And the loads of homework I had waiting for me that night didn't matter anymore.
Because I was blessed to be going to school and getting my education.
And the wedding planning stress faded away.
Because I was lucky enough to have found the man of my dreams and blessed to be getting married.
And the million other little things that I loved to complain about didn't matter anymore.
Because I was healthy.
And I was alive.
After the massage had ended I placed my hand on Jenni's back
and told her that it had been my pleasure to meet her and to do that for her.
And then I left.
Not even a week later Jenni passed away.
And I was heartbroken.
Soon after that I spoke with the client that knew her and that had requested a massage therapist to be sent.
He said that he had spent a lot of time talking and praying with Jenni throughout her struggle with cancer.
She had hoped that if nothing else, she could make a difference and touch as many people's lives as she could.
I sincerely believe that out of all the therapist that could have been that day, God wanted me to go.
Because He knew that I needed to experience the lessons that Jenni could teach me that day.
Because she made a difference in my life.
And she changed me.
And I'm thankful.
What are you thankful for today?