I love the movie Driving Miss Daisy.The main characters are a feisty older lady who is no longer able to drive and a man her son hired to be her chauffeur. It is a movie full of lessons about racism and classism and love and respect.
On July 5, 2011, I had ankle surgery on my right foot and was therefore unable to drive. I kept thinking and hoping that perhaps the next week, after the next visit to the doctor, I would be cleared to drive. That however, was not the case. This did not happen until this past Thursday. And today was the first time I have driven since the surgery.
Now for most families this would present an inconvenience, but the other family members would pick up the driving responsibilities. However, my husband is blind and unable to drive. I am the driver in our family. Things that we previously took for granted, like quick runs to the store, doctor's appointments, going to church all became things for which we had to coordinate times and people's availability to help us out. I give thanks to God for the wonderful community of faith and circle of friends we have here at the seminary. Because of them, we have been able to go where we needed and wanted to go to. Many a friend has chauffeured me to many a place.
I am very thankful to have progressed far enough now in my healing to be back behind the wheel as the driver once again for our family. It felt good to drive to church today.