I TOLD THIS STORY THE OTHER NIGHT AND A FRIEND SAID I REALLY SHOULD POST THIS ONE, SO HERE IT IS. I hope it is not too long, or boring, but it is very meaningful to me. ~ ~ Thirteen years ago I was in the hospital, where I had been ever since the accident I was in on Christmas Eve. I had been there ever since the drunken idiot that I refer to as the drunk skunk had hit me. They had taken me out of traction, but I still had a right leg and left arm in a cast and was bed ridden. The only thing I could freely move was my right arm. They tell me that my entire tummy was black from bruising. While facing pain daily, and wondering what was in store for my future, would I live? Would I ever walk again? A new problem arose. On Sunday morning the weekend doctor, someone I had never seen before, but was covering for others walked in. He took one look at my feet and suspected blood clots. Immediately I was being rolled down the hallway for x-rays. I had been having panic attacks for days, and they had to give me anxiety pills just to keep me calm when being transported down the hallway. They rolled me into that cold, dark room and I felt so alone. Folks, I got scared. I knew the blood clots could kill me at any moment. The X~ray technician walked in and was a very polite man about my age. I asked him if he was a Christian, and he quickly replied, Yes. I said to him, I know that in this topsy~turvy world one can get in trouble for the least little thing at the work place, but I have a question? He must have seen the anguish in my eyes and asked me what was on my mind? I looked at him and very solemnly asked, Will you pray with me? Sure! He said, as he looked around and locked the door. Then, he walked over to me, and took my hand. He got on his knees and prayed out loud the most wonderful, meaningful prayer that I had ever heard. I was about ready to sob at his shear kindness. I thanked him from the bottom of my heart. Looking back, to this day, I am so grateful to that man for praying with me in my time of need. I never knew his name, but he has a special place in my heart. Well, I did have TWO blood clots, one in each leg. They started pumping heparin in me and I lived, Thanks to the GOOD LORD up above. A month later I was able to go home, but was still in a hospital bed for months. Nowadays, I do okay. I can barely walk, but I have my family, my friends, and my passion in life . . . karaoke. So, life is good! When I told this story the other night, two of my friends in the room are nurses. They both told me that with the restrictive rules in hospitals these days, that guy could have gotten in a lot of trouble for praying with me, possibly suspended, or fired. THAT IS SUCH A SHAME, that someone can do something so merciful, so kind, and yet catch grief for it. I dont care, I know where that mans kind heart was, and God does, too. Sometimes rules, and the law, and morality conflict. I raised my kids to always do what is right in the eyes of God, and let everything else fall into place. Anyway, I wanted to share this story with yall.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 20:32:21 +0000
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