Healed Foot and Ankle

My son and I were having lunch at the Whataburger at Highway 6 and Highway 84 in Waco. While we were eating, a big, stocky west Texas rancher hobbled into the restaurant. I say "hobbled" because he had a large brace on his lower leg and ankle. After he sat down, I went over and asked him how he'd gotten hurt.

 

"BT" explained that the week before, he was riding his ATV on his ranch when suddenly, the front wheels got caught in a ditch. The ATV flipped and fell on him, hitting his foot. The doctor in BT's small town sent him to one of the medical centers in Waco to get a specialty scan; one because basic xrays already showed BT's heel was broken and that other things were torn up; and two, in forty-eight hours, BT and his wife were leaving for a trip to Alaska they'd dreamed of taking for seventeen years, and he really did not want to miss the trip – "I don't care if the doctor has to cut my leg off, we are going to Alaska!"

 

So I offered to pray for BT, and he readily accepted. He mentioned that his wife had already been praying for him too. After my son and I finished praying, we left the restaurant.

 

We'd driven about a mile away from the restaurant when it dawned on me that I forgot to ask BT if he felt better. Also, I didn't get his contact info so I could find out how his scan went. So I turned around and went back to the Whataburger, and BT was still there.

 

We talked a little more and sure enough, he had no pain at all, but he also noted he hadn't much pain that day anyway. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and parted.

 

The next day, there was a message from BT on my home answering machine - "Just wanted to tell you the good news, after my cat scan, my foot's... or my ankle's not broke, heel that is, was not broke, and I'm wearing regular shoes, and we're fixin' to leave out and head on our trip! I appreciate you and your son stopping."

 

Thank you Lord!

 

M.R.