I had a completely different
blog post in mind but as I was trying to finish typing it, I just could not get
the incidents of yesterday out of my head. So I decided to write about that and
finish my post up for (hopefully) next week.
Have you ever had those “woe is
me” type days…or weeks? It has been one of those for me the past few days. I
have been under a lot of stress this last week and as a result, in a lot of
pain. In addition, on Sunday, I was bitten by some mosquitoes and had an abnormal
reaction to it which I am still getting over. My ankle became very red, hot,
swollen and painful and if I rested it for a period of time, it would hurt to
walk on it. Because of this and some other things, Monday was a pity party day.
Jonathan was at a pastors meeting and I was alone with a painful ankle, chasing
a baby who would not nap around our small, moldy, crowded house. Can you hear
the pitiful violin playing in the background?
Jonathan called me on his way
home saying that he was going to stop at the hospital to visit his brother who
had been there all day, (2nd time in 24 hours) because of a bad
asthma attack. I told him I wanted to come so he came and picked me, Amos and
Grecia up first. It was almost 9pm by the time we made it to the hospital but
we did see Jovanny and he was released while we were there. Since no one in the
group (Jovanny’s wife and sister were there too) had eaten, we then did an
impromptu dinner at a Chinese place. Those of you who know me, know how
thrilling that was for me! (yes, sarcasm). But it was good to visit and watch
Jovanny’s color return to his face. We said our good-byes and started our
journey home at about 10:15. We are almost never out this late as both Amos and
I like to be in bed by 10, but it was an exception that I was happy to make.
On the way home, we took a route
we take on a daily basis. However, we could not figure out where this cloud of
dust was coming from. Jonathan was focusing on driving (as he should) and his
science teacher brain was trying to come up with some logical explanation. All
of a sudden I see a wrecked car and tell Jonathan. He had not seen it and so
immediately reversed to check. The same time we arrived another man was running
up to the car to check on the driver. Within about 45 seconds there were six
adults trying to help. I was the only one with any first aid training so
through Jonathan’s translation we were finally able to convince the victim (and
the helpers) to stop moving. The first reaction is to remove the person from
the accident, which I get, except there was a strong chance of neck and back
injuries and little chance of danger. But it got sorted out and 911
called…which took a while to arrive (I tell you, speed is not something
Dominicans will ever master I think). EMS assessed the driver and moved her to
the ambulance. Jonathan gave a statement to the police and we went on our way.
(Amos was fantastic and well behaved the whole time, bless his heart!)
Although I will most likely
never know the outcome, I have good reason to believe the driver will be okay
(she was the only one in the car). It really got me thinking about my pity
party over the last few days. Yes, my stomach hurts…a lot, yes my ankle hurts
but I can still accomplish what I need too. I have a functioning car, a job, a
healthy and happy family, and a husband who usually drives very carefully. We
were going down the same road as this driver, passed the same car that blinded
her causing the wreck, and we were fine. Does a swollen ankle compare with a
car wreck or all day hospitalization for asthma? Uh, no. Not even close.
Although I do have a lot of things to be stressed about, we have a lot of
blessings that I forget about and take for granted.
I hear stories from neighbors
and neighbors of church members regularly that make me realize just how blessed
I am. I still struggle with entitlement, I was raised in a more affluent culture.
Even though I was raised poor, I was still better off than the poor people I
live among. Yes, I would like 24 hour power, but if it is between that and
having a healthy family, I will take the healthy family.
I remember telling someone once;
happiness is not promised. Not being hungry is not promised. The only thing
promised, is Adonai’s unconditional love and salvation to those who ask.
After seeing Jovanny and helping
with the wreck, I realize more now than ever that life is precious, and we do
not know how long we have. It is a miracle that the driver did not have serious
injuries when we found her. It is a miracle that medicine has advanced as much
as it has, and now, bad asthma attacks are not nearly as fatal.
Sometimes it takes these drastic
events to change my perspective. At the end of the day as I fell into bed
nursing my sore and swollen ankle, I just told myself to “suck it up buttercup”.
I have it pretty good and a few irritations should not cause me to forget about
my enormous blessings.
Until next time, may Adonai bless your homes.
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