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A week of two miracles for me, as some would already know =)

Maybe it was appropriate that a week back, or was it a couple of weeks back, we sang "All the way my Saviour Leads Me" during church last week

All the way my Savior leads me
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort
Here by faith in Him to dwell
For I know, whate’er befall me
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me
Jesus doeth all things well

Just the first verse was very consoling already =) Then this week occured...

It was kind of a stupid accident at first... Having gotten IPPT gold I was playing soccer with my platoon against another platoon, being, as usual, goalkeeper. It was promising to be a challenging game given that my first contact with the ball was punching it away just before I got flattened by a couple of strikers who were at least half a head taller than me heh.

Anyway the ball was curled just past my far post and I was spinning around to try and catch it. Unfortunately my body turned and my ankle didn't, an angle which God never designed it to go. So there was a crack followed by a shooting pain which remained there for the remainder of the game, remainder of the day. Happily Daniel (who was himself a good 'keeper too heh) provided a tube of some cream which numbed the pain so walking was still possible... So I had people back in civillian life already praying for my ankle, cos in my opinion, unless I subjected myself to the mercies of the SAF medical system, a miracle was the only thing which could help the ankle.

Next day, felt a little better, and was able to pull on my boots for platoon movement and drills at Pasir Laba.

I was the support group for breaching of wire obstacles with Jeremy midway through the exercise - I with my LAW as usual, and him with his machine gun. Then while running to our position, he went prone in front of me, forcing me to jump to one side to avoid stamping on him haha... But what with carrying a LAW in one hand, and pulling my SAR against its sling to keep it steady with my other, I had precious little balance which made me strain the ankle in the SAME direction again which was daaaarrrnnn painful and which sentenced me to get light roles for the remainder of the day =(

But through patrol field camp, somehow despite all the running and fast marching, nothing happened. Even the supremely unhygenic conditions did not cause my foot any problems at all, and in fact, now its back to normal! Thank God for taking away what would have been a tremendous inconvenience!

Anyway, I'm vowing to be less crazy in future soccer games...

As for elaboration for patrol field camp, that's too long to say here... Suffice to add, though, that being wet and cold and abraision-ed, not to mention sleep-deprived for two days doesn't put one in a best of moods, but Section 3 managed to handle fatigue quite well, what with everyone keeping each other amused and generally happy throughout ahaha =)

And the second miracle. I hope this is not a dream.

Unless there's a glitch in the Internet system, I got into Medicine =) I will never know what I did or said or wrote which made the interviewers accept me, but yea. Thanks so much to the people who have been encouraging me all the way!