Jesus is a Facebook Junkie

Juan Noir
My Guapo Paramedic Angel

Stella ignited her own accident investigation after I shared the police report with her.  She cracked-up upon reading that I told the paramedic, Juan Noir, I was 24 years old, and that I didn't know if I was married.  She found a Facebook picture of the guapo caballero, and she laughed even harder, blaming me for lying about my age and marital status since the guy was young and attractive.

Next, she found Jesus's full name and quickly searched him on Facebook.  He wasn't hard to find.  He appears to have an addiction to social media and posts 7-17 threads a day.

Jesus
Maybe he dropped his cell in the lake?

Upon seeing his incessant timeline, my first thought was that he must have been on his cell phone and probably looking at FB when he hit me, so I went back in his history and found that on November 18th, he published 7 posts.  What a boludo!  I can't believe I just called Jesus an asshole!  😂

But seriously, it made me angry that as I was potentially dying from his bonehead maneuver, he was being entertained by videos and enjoying chatty messages with friends.

I imagined Homeboy holding the steering wheel with his left hand and stepping on the gas while simultaneously looking down at the phone in his right hand and gently using his thumb to scroll up through the latest FB posts.

I imagined his surprise as my head busted his windshield and his shock when he felt the thump of his car running over my back and shoulder.

My hypothetical scenario made me angry at him for the first time.  I always assumed it was an accident and that he didn't hit me on purpose, but not because he was too involved with his cellphone and Facebook.

HAPPY Home Therapy
Frozen Corn on My Knees
Gym Equipment Made from Trash

My anger and obsessive reenactment lasted the better part of the day, and it was pulling me away from my happy self.
 
As I did my physical therapy, I was angry that, aside from buying a new windshield, Jesus's life continued on merrily.

As my fingers passed the concave gap in my skull, I was angry that my head needs another surgery with additional risks.

I fantasized about meeting Jesus, taking his cell phone and throwing it into a large, dirty, unretrievable, body of water.  I imagined this over and over.  It felt wrongly satisfying.

A fair warning to those of you who are not into it, I am going to get a little religious.  Being married to an atheist, I am extremely cautious about pushing my religious views on people, and I respect others' beliefs.  I appreciate you respecting mine, yet if me writing about God makes you uncomfortable, no hard feelings.  It is all good!

Stella - Center - the Investigator!

This isn't the person that I am or the person that I want to be.  I needed to stop, but I was having trouble finding my happy place and peace.

I knew that I needed to forgive him, but in the moment, I couldn't.  The previous night I watched a short segment on The Crown with the evangelist Billy Graham telling the Queen that when you can't forgive someone, ask God to forgive you, and pray for the person.  With all of the exercising and therapy I do every day, I have plenty of time to pray, so I tried it.

On my 38 minute afternoon jog to the bandera, I prayed for forgiveness and for Jesus.  I honestly gave it over to the divine Jesus.  It was amazing.  As my feet pattered home, I was filled with peace.  I smiled with joy.  The burden was lifted.  Now I want to hug the guy... and maybe throw his cellphone into a dirty lake.  😜