One morning, I was late while getting ready to go to my class and did not leave my house until the class started. I was rushing out and eventually tripped on the stairs. Fortunately, I was not seriously injured. Even the doctor said I would get well soon if I was careful and refrained from being active, so I didn’t think it would impact my daily activities.
Contrary to what I thought, since I sprained my ankle, I felt uncomfortable in my daily life. It took me 20 to 30 minutes to get to school, which usually took 10 minutes, and it was difficult to use the stairs, which used to be very easy for me to go up and down, using stairs. Being sick is painful, but since I was living on my own without anyone to help me, it was overwhelming to handle everything by myself.
Then I got a call from my younger sister. My mom must have told her I was injured. My sister comforted me with encouraging words, saying she knew what I was going through because she had injured her leg before. I began to cry while I was talking to my sister. It was because I was not only emotional since I had no one to express my feelings, but I also felt sorry toward her.
A few years ago, my sister’s leg was injured due to a car accident, and she was hospitalized. At that time, I went to the hospital every morning to deliver snacks to her instead of our busy mom. However, I was not happy about the errand. I had to get up earlier than usual to stop by the hospital. Even when I went to the hospital, I showed how reluctant I was to come. Despite that, she always smiled and treated me kindly.
Until I got hurt, I did not realize how immature I was toward her. She could have complained and felt sad because of her injury. Still, I was the one who complained and felt annoyed by the situation just because I had to get up earlier than usual.
I reflected upon my soul. I wondered if I followed God’s words, “Love your brothers and sisters as yourself.” Even though I claimed to follow God’s command to love one another, I often failed to give a word of comfort to my brothers and sisters when they were sick or going through a hard time. I was an older sister who was lacking both physically and spiritually.
From now on, I will change. As I’ve obtained a precious realization, I want to be born again as a mature and reliable older sister and take care of my spiritual younger brothers and sisters with love.