June 29, 2014

I know you've all been anxiously awaiting a Sunday message from me, so here it is! 
The other day when I was sitting in the waiting room at the hospital being offended by a druggie (See Friday's post if you missed it) a woman was brought in on a gurney from an ambulance. They wheeled her through and into registration, and we didn't see her again for a while. Meanwhile, security took the man who was offending me (pretty sure they thought I was going to hurt him after he told me I looked 54), the other people were called out or went home, and I was sitting there alone. A few minutes later, the woman from the ambulance was wheeled over by me in a wheelchair. You could tell by the look on her face that she was in an excruciating amount of pain. I was looking at my phone and had a strong impression come to me. "Talk to her." 
"No," I thought, "I don't want to bother her. She looks miserable and probably isn't in the mood for conversation."
Again...."Talk to her." I glanced up and noticed she was wearing running clothes and had a Ragnar (a two day relay race along the backside of the Wasatch Mountains) "tattoo" on her upper arm.
"Are you another Ragnar casualty?" I asked. 

She looked up, gave me a half smile, and said, "Yeah, I guess I am." I asked her what happened, and she went on to tell me that as she was running, she got a sharp pain in her back, but was determined to finish her leg of the relay, so she ran another 3 miles (THREE MILES????) to the end of her leg, then collapsed on her knees and couldn't get up. She had to stop periodically through her story because she would inhale sharply and hold her breath (clearly in pain). I talked to her about back problems, how much I respect runners, and we laughed about the oxy-moron of "WAITING in an EMERGENCY Room." Finally, they came to get her to take her to a room. As the nurse went to turn her chair, she said, "Wait!" She turned her head, and with tears in her eyes, said, "Thank You."

"Sure!" I answered, and wished her luck.
"No," she said, "I really don't know how I would've sat here without someone to talk to. Having a distraction really helped." Then she said to the Nurse, "She's so nice. She was a life-saver." 

It was something so simple to me, and I almost justified my way out of it. We really don't know what others are going through. We all get those feelings, and whether we call them the Spirit, The Holy Ghost, Intuition, or just a prompting, may we listen when we get them. You just might be the answer to someone's prayer, or the light they need in their life. 
Happy Sunday Friends! Love to All!