What I Learned from a Dog Bite

german shepherd 2Well, I never thought this would happen to me. After all, I love dogs and always have and surprisingly still do. I have had dogs, I mean big dogs pretty much all my life, a Doberman, German Shepherd, Boxer, Labrador Retriever, and Dalmatian. But I was never bitten by a dog until that fateful dreary day it happened to me. I learned some important points about this inhumane incident that you just might want to know in case this ever happens to you or someone you know.

Dog is Not Man’s Best Friend

I don’t care how many times you hear this statement, it’s absolutely hogwash! When Adam gave names to all the animals in the beginning of time, he watched them frolic with one another and play until sunset, but there was no suitable helper for Adam.

So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds in the sky and all the wild animals. But for Adam no suitable helper was found” (Genesis 2:20).

There you have it, out of all the thousands of different animal species, none, not even the dog, was good enough for Adam to spend his life with.

Here’s how the dog bite happened. I accidentally stepped on the dog’s tail. Out of nowhere, this otherwise friendly dog attacked me and almost chewed off my foot. Thank God my foot survived the ordeal and is healing nicely. Phew!

Right after I stepped on the dog’s tail, I said, “Oops…sorry,” to the dog. This was to no avail because stupid dogs have absolutely no reasoning capabilities whatsoever. Now if you had a best friend and you accidentally, let’s say stepped on their long legs when you stood up on your feebly feet in the wobbly boat during the fun fishing trip you were taking, you would probably expect your best friend to say, “Ow, that hurt!” Sure, but then he would probably say, that’s ok man. Just watch out next time. Then you would probably say, “Ok, my fault.” End of discussion. There should be forgiveness and peace not fleshly retaliation. I wouldn’t expect my friend to jump up and start knowing my head off!

Compassion for Handicap

I am generally a mover and a shaker. I like moving fast but since I got bit by a dog, I am moving rather slowly like a big gray elephant who gets in other people’s way when they are trying to get somewhere quick. Now I know how the slower moving segment of society feels. I have been using crutches and a walker to regain movement and strength in my ankle and foot where I sustained the gruesome dog bite. But one good thing about moving slower is that there is an evident peace that remains outside of the hustle and bustle of life that I miss out on when I am rushing everywhere.

And His disciples asked Him, saying, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but that the works of God should be revealed in him (John 9:2-3)

Like the scripture from the bible above, another thing I sometimes wonder is what did these people do to deserve to be handicapped? Well, the answer is absolutely nothing. Sometimes there are simply accidents, mishaps that are out of our control, and we do our best to live within the constraints of our unfortunate circumstance.

Only God knows the real reason babies are born blind or with some other defect. It is not up to me to judge or discover why people have a certain disease, but to do my best to love them in any way possible.

After all, The Lord said to him, “Who gave human beings their mouths? Who makes them deaf or mute? Who gives them sight or makes them blind? Is it not I, the Lord?” (Exodus 4:11).

Why am I a Healer

A healer is what the Lord called me to be. Ever since I was seven years old I can recall telling people I wanted to heal others. Growing up, I thought I would be a doctor. I had no idea I would end up a Relationship Artist Healing Hearts Through the Arts.

 Many devices are in a man’s heart: but the counsel of the Lord shall stand (Proverbs 19:21).

Excuse my French, but “pain sucks!” I absolutely hate pain. I don’t want anyone to be in pain, and I don’t ever want to be in pain. This dog bite hurts like crazy, especially when it first happened. At first, I was in so much pain, I could not say anything. I could just hold my breath and endure the anguish. Boy, did it hurt. I can just imagine not only physical pain, but mental pain, social, psychological, emotional and financial pain people go through. How it must hurt! I just want to spread my artistic sense in the most powerful light available to alleviate pain from as many people as I can. Thank God my pain from this dog wound is finally going away.

“‘Nevertheless, I will bring health and healing to it; I will heal my people and will let them enjoy abundant peace and security (Jeremiah 33:6).

Love healing hearts,

Shirah Chante