I’ve had the best time reading everyone’s Pay It Forward’s!
This week I have not so much a Pay It Forward, but more of a
What any decent human being would do…
I was leaving work after an evening shift this week, at about midnight, and walking through the deserted hospital to the parking garage. (If you’ve ever been in a hospital at night, it’s pretty much empty of all ancillary staff. The cafeteria is closed, the volunteers are home, there really is no one walking around. It’s kind of eerie, yet peaceful at the same time.)
Out of the blue, I saw a middle aged woman wandering around and my first thought was that she looked like a deer in headlights.
She asked me if I could help her find her way out of the hospital to the parking lot by the Emergency Room. She said she took her husband into the ER earlier and they had admitted him to the ICU and now she couldn’t find her way back to her car.
From where we were, the ER parking lot was on the complete opposite side of the hospital campus. But I was tired, my feet hurt, and I wanted to go home.
“I’ll help you get there,” I said.
And then she broke down.
She told me how her husband had just been diagnosed with a brain tumor a few days ago and was going to have surgery to remove it. In the next few minutes she told me all her fears and anxieties and sadness at this news. She cried and cried and let it all out to me. Me…a complete and utter stranger.
I just hugged her and introduced myself and walked her back to the unit where I worked where I called Security to help us out.
I walked her to the opposite side of the hospital where a Security Guard would be waiting for us.
When we got there, I hugged her again and told her I would pray for her and her family. She thanked me profusely.
And then I started the trek back to the other side of the hospital to where my car was parked, sad for her but grateful it wasn’t me.
Which brings me to my ultimate Life Question…
Why do bad things happen?
I hope her husband’s surgery was successful, but I guess I will never know.
I wish I could be more like my mom… Because my mom would’ve sat down with her right then and there and prayed WITH her.
I wish things like brain tumors and cancers and wars and terrorism and the like didn’t exist.
But I will try to make my little corner of the world a little bit better.