About three years ago, I broke my leg.
I was on a snowboarding holiday when it got broken.
That’s the cool version of the story.
The real version?
I was on a snowboarding holiday, but I slipped on the ice when getting off a ski-lift, and my legs went in 2 different directions. I ended up with a small fracture where the ligament joins the lower leg bone, as well as stretching a ligament.
I felt really bad. I couldn’t work, and the brace that I had to wear meant that I couldn’t even walk properly. Of course as you can imagine, I wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of three weeks alone at home.
And of course I’m not even living on the same continent as any of my family.
But my friends from both work and church were there to support me. And not even a single day went by that I didn’t have friends come round to cook, clean or take me to the hospital.
I found that friends can be your family too. And that you don’t have to be alone to be strong.
So this is a great big thank you, to my colleagues and Lifegroup, who helped me through what would have been the hardest trial of living in a foreign country.
Instead it is one of my favorite memories.