By the second day, the large goose egg just above Esther’s eyebrow was hardly noticeable.
It kinda surprised me considering the hammer end of a large claw hammer had hit her pretty hard. Esther was excited to see the swelling go down and the tenderness go away… and thought the worst of it was over. But having seen a few black eyes in my day, I knew it had just begun.
The “attack of the claw hammer” happened on one of our Thursday Service Nights. You see, about 3 months ago, we decided that a weekly service project would help all of us get out of the house, spend some quality family time, and reap the rewards of giving freely to others. It has been a blast!
On this particular night, we were at a friend’s new house, helping them remodel. It is an old house – built around the 50’s or so. The walls were all lathe and plaster, reinforced with chicken wire.
Esther, with dust mask on, was going after the living room wall with a vengeance, when she got in a tug-of-war match with a section of wire. In the end she won. With a mighty wrench, the wire suddenly gave up its grasp on the wall, causing the hammer to jerk back and even more suddenly connect with her eyebrow.
Well, by the fourth day, the draining started… the large pool of black and blue blood that had collected above her lovely brow, began to ooze down… first into her eyelid… then taking her eye hostage… and then finally running in streaks of violet down her cheek.
The colorful display stayed for almost 2 weeks, standing as a monument to her willingness to serve selflessly and at the cost of personal injury. Because, you know what? The next Thursday, she was right back at that wall, hammering, pulling, and tearing with the rest of us.
Family service… give it a try… just watch out for the hammer.