|During a trip to Avila as part of his coworker year program.|
May, 2009. Atlanta, GA. Eight years ago, I was unable
to walk. My father would have to help me into
the shower because I could not do it on my
own. I was crippled. The experience was humbling and enlightening;
life-changing to say the least. Before, my life was all
about sports, fun, and toys… until I was in that
I was a young professional, doing well from my
worldly perspective. As brand manager for a multinational firm, I
split my days between Mexico City and Miami. I would
spend my free time and my paychecks on the good
life, extreme sports, traveling, working out, partying, and let’s call
it “dating” for all the wrong reasons. I went to
mass on Sundays too, and I had just joined Regnum
Christi as my Church group du jour. So I was
a good Catholic by my self-deceiving standards.
One particular summer,
all I cared about was that I’d made the cut
for the Marlboro Adventure Team. I was training off-road when
I lost control of my dirt bike and I fell.
My foot was trapped and twisted in the pedal as
my motorcycle kept going. I could literally feel the sound
of my knee ligaments snapping one by one like chicken
wings during happy hour. When my friend tried to help
me stand, my knee would bend backward, forward, and sideways;
like a drinking straw. The first week I came back
from the hospital, I had a lot of time to
anguish about not being able to walk again.
and I made this childish promise to God: “Please give
me back my leg and I’ll give You a year
of my life as a Regnum Christi coworker.” After
two years of surgeries and serious physical therapy, I recovered
full mobility against dire medical prognoses. I was given the
cross of no longer being able to play sports—ever. The
matter was a big deal to me and I couldn’t
help but falling in depression. Little did I know this
was a blessing in disguise; the mustard seed of the
life-long conversion tree.
|Standing outside a historial landmark restaurant in Madrid, El Botín, during the coworker trip to Spain and Italy.|
I was healed; and I moved on
to my dream job as a television executive with almost
three times my previous salary. I was just getting into
my old lifestyle—or even worst—although still going to my retreats
and young-men’s formation events. And I was there, being congruent
with these incongruities of mine, when small signs started to
build up. One day, the host for a late-night show
of which I was in charge, irresponsibly blurted out a
very lewd remark on national TV, targeting some 1.4 million
children viewers according to my rating reports. I realized how
unprepared I was to face the tremendous social responsibility that
my work entailed.
I prayed to God for a few
pointers on how I could take care of what truly
mattered, and I was reminded of my promise. God hadn’t
forgotten our little pact and I finally accepted His invitation
to give him a year of my life at the
age of 33; eight years after my accident. A year
of my life suddenly seemed like nothing next to all
the blessings I had received from the moment my conception.
Truly, “what profit is it to a man if he
gains the whole world, and loses his own soul?”
almost two years now of entirely entrusting myself to the
Lord, and He has done “too many signs in my
life to be able to write them on this book…”
He gave me the clue for a solid marriage: faith.
|In St Peter's Square during the coworker pilgrimage in December.|
He gave me the solution to all my problems: hope.
He gave me the formula to happiness: make others happy.
I asked Him, “teach me how to pray,” and He
is at it. He also taught me how the more
you pray, the simpler prayer and life become. I said
to Him, “you can cure me if you want,” and
He took care of everything and gave me inner peace
for the first time. My life will never be the
same, nor my path to the Father’s house.
couple of years ago, I was trying to fill my
life with adrenaline and noise, until my screeching halt taught
me that I needed to learn the value of true
inner silence. Today, whenever I am standing on the sidelines
and wishing I were playing, I remember how fragile life
is; and how thankful I am simply for being able
to walk. “You made us for You, Lord, and our
hearts are restless until they rest with You.” My knees
hurt at night and they feel 40 years older than
me. I lack one ligament and the rest are pinned
together by three pairs of titanium screws. But these are
not nearly as painful as our Lord’s three nails.
you, Lord, for letting me sneak a peek at the
inestimable value of your cross in my own life. Let
me never forget this lesson of your love, and let
me carry this cross for as long as You want
The Regnum Christi Movement is currently seeking a
coworker with camera and video production skills to work in
the area of media. To view an example of Enrique
Samson´s video work in his own testimony, click here.
If interested, contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.