I want to share a poem with you today. It was written by a woman by the name of Lilyan Davidson. (Lil’s daughter gave me the okay to use her mother’s poem). It was written back in June of 2010.

Now, before you read the poem, let me tell you that, in my years as a Professional Health Care Chaplain, I have had the blessing of working with some of the most angelic therapists in the world right down here in Sunny Florida.

I am a Chaplain at St. Anthony’s Rehab Hospital and the therapists there are incredible. I work with the therapists at Sunrise Health and Rehab Center and, again, the therapists there are simply amazing. Lil was a patient at Park Summit in Coral Springs, a sister facility of The Forum in our own Deerfield Beach … and, yes, you had better believe that the therapists who work there are also a pure joy to watch.

The therapist spends a full hour at a time with their patient and, during that time, they not only get them doing things they never thought they would ever be able to do again, but they also prove to be the greatest of motivators.

So often, I see people looking at therapy as a waste of time, but let me tell you something, I have seen people go into therapy feeling so low in spirit that it would seem that nothing would be able to lift them up. But then, the therapist gets a hold of them (whether they like it or not) and, before long, I see a whole new attitude in a large number of those very same patients.

Lil was one such patient. She would do anything to avoid having to go to the therapy room. But, while Lil may have given up on herself, the therapists had not given up on Lil. And after struggling to avoid therapy with every excuse she could think of (including, “The dog ate my wheelchair,”) she finally saw what the therapists had known and had been trying to tell her for a couple of weeks already, that she was on her way to being more independent than she ever thought she would be again.

So please read Lil’s poem. It just might move you or a loved one to rise again:

Love your therapist – By Lil Davidson

(In Thanks to the Therapists at Park Summit, June 30, 2010)

To love your therapy person is not easy.

Sometimes, they make you feel a little bit queasy.

The therapy people are relentless, that much is true.

No matter where you hide, they’ll find you.

So don’t think about going to your room and closing the door.

They have ways to get in, even under the floor.

You can run, but, you can’t hide.

Correction: You can’t run … yet.

You may as well give up, and meet your fate,

for the therapy people who lie in wait.

They are dedicated to restore your health.

That much is true. They only want what is best for you.

They want to make you well, though you protest.

When you recover, it will be best. Though you protested, LOOK, you’re walking! Now, was it worth all of that squawking?

I hope and pray you will take Lil’s words into your heart, and into your arms and legs as well. Now, get moving.

Shalom my friends,

Rabbi Craig H. Ezring

Rabbi Ezring is a member of the National Association of Jewish Chaplains and of the Association of Professional Chaplains, He works professionally in this capacity with a number of healthcare facilities in the area, and with hospice. He is the Spiritual Leader of Temple Beth Israel of Deerfield Beach.