I've fallen, and I cant get up.

So, today I went to help a friend of a friend move. It wasnt going to be too much, she was hiring movers for all the furniture, she just wanted help with a few boxes and paintings. My dad and I agreed to help, and we showed up around 11. Well, the very first thing I go to pick up is a Persian rug, and as I am lifting my back suddenly feels like it got stabbed. I freeze. The rug drops, and shooting pain flows up and down the left side of my body. My left ear goes deaf, and my eyes unfocus. Im pretty sure my spire had been ripped out. Well, it wasnt, but the pain didnt go away. My dad had me lay on the floor on my back, to try and rest it. Ugh, I couldnt move it hurt so bad. The most I could move below my belly button was wiggle my toes. I took that as a good sign, and a bad sign all in one. Cause, truthfully, it isnt good when the most you can do is wiggle your toes. So, I laid in this womans living room on my back, stareing at the ceiling for the better part of seven hours. I did alot of thinking in those seven hours, and I began to wonder something. But first, a quick tour of this house. It is a wonderful 4 bedroom house, that sits on the crest of one of the small hills near Sabino Canyon. It is worth over 1 million dollars. It has a wine closet, that has an old bank vault door. It has dozens of paintings from the late fourteen hundreds, some real and some very good copys. EVERYTHING in the house just breathes wealth and possesion. So, as I was slowly becoming the latest throw rug in her living room, I watched her run around fretting as all these thing were packed up and put in a moving truck. And I realized that this house was not the dream I thought it was for me. Since childhood, everyone dreams of having the nicest car(or several), the biggest house, and the most expensive things. Today I truly realized that I dont want any of that. Sure a Jaguar is a great car, but even if I could afford one, I probably would still own a buick, and do something BETTER with my money. Ha, my money. I dont care about money. I only want enough money to pay my rent, and car insurance. I dont want extra. To me, there are far more important things in life than getting the best house. Im not saying I dont like expensive things, or I think they are bad, its just I would rather my money benifit others, than sit on the wall as a painting that no one ever looks at, or be a bunch of bottles of wine that are worth too much to drink. (500 bucks a glass for some of the wine she owns!) Matthew 6:19-21 — “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” And who wants to leave their heart in a Jaguar, that odds are, your kid will crash anyway.
So, Im not laying in bed, incapable of moving. My back still hurts terribly, and I pray I wont have to pee anytime soon, like within the next week. Cause, honestly, I dont think Im going anywhere for awhile.