He Spoke I Went

Happy Easter!

Well… today’s run turned into a full-on reenactment of the Good Samaritan 😅 — and honestly, a pretty powerful Easter reminder about love, compassion, and how we’re never left alone on the side of the road.

I was out enjoying a beautiful Saturday morning, feeling strong—checked my watch and got a little too excited about cruising at a 9:19 pace at 14.69 miles… next thing I know, I’m on the ground negotiating with my Apple Watch while it’s threatening to call my family via SOS and 911.

Enter: a real-life Good Samaritan and his family 🚙✨ They literally turned around, patched me up, gave me a protein bar and water, and got me home. So yes—angels apparently drive BMW SUVs now.

After that little adventure, I showered called a friend and went to the hospital for stitches, and during X-rays for cracked ribs, I passed out—just to keep things exciting for the technician😳. They checked my blood sugar and immediately ordered me lunch (gourmet meal: grated cheddar cheese on bread 🤔). Good news: no cracked ribs, hand stitched up, and I’ve since refueled with spaghetti and chocolate milk like a true weekend warrior.

But honestly, it hit me today—Easter is all about Christ lifting us when we fall, sometimes quite literally. And today, He did it through a kind family who stopped.

“But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him.” — Luke 10:33

Today I was definitely that guy on the side of the road suffering and disoriented… and I’m incredibly grateful someone stopped. I’m okay, stitched up, slightly humbled—but after a nap, spaghetti, and chocolate milk, I’m obviously ready for my next run 🏃🏾‍♂️

Praying you will have a blessed and joyous Easter.