I had an experience the other day that really stuck with me: an encounter that stayed in my soul.
Something like that.
Or I’m just super non-threatening.
Like your anti-Regina George. More of an Anne of Green Gables type.
Like the other day…
If there’s one thing that’s true, it’s that I hate going to the doctor. And I know, the irony isn’t lost on me, because wouldn’t you know…my sibling is a doctor.
So this was the first I’d been to the doctor in, oh….five years or so. I had to go get a check up on my Ulcerative Colitis.
Anywho…the only thing I hate more than going to the doctor, is getting blood drawn.
Goodness gracious, I nearly pass out when someone comes near the inside of my arm with a needle. No ma’am.
But you see, I’ve developed a coping mechanism: I get the nurse to distract me with a story…Right after I tell her I’m deathly afraid of needles.
So here I am, asking her how she’s doing, and I inevitably end up just babbling on about my own life, to keep myself from thinking about the whole needle-situation taking place on my arm.
So, eyes clenched, and mouth running, I’m telling this woman about my mom and how she had a stroke, and that I’ve been her recovery sidekick since December. And I was just spouting off about how even though it’s been a hard season that it’s actually been a blessing that’s brought us closer and strengthened our family.
And after I felt the release of the tourniquet and the relief of the bandaid, I opened my eyes, only to find this sweet nurse with tears running down her cheeks.
She could barely find the words, she just silently cried, nodded, and pointed to herself.
She proceeded to tell me about how she had some sort of brain issue on one half of her brain, and that she had finally saved up enough money and scheduled the surgery, but that she hadn’t told her kids yet, because she was afraid of how they were going to take the news.
She just poured her soul out to me, as though it had been bottled up for weeks, just waiting to explode.
I stood up and gave her the biggest hug I could, and we just stood there for about 45 seconds, in a bear hug – her big bosom shaking through sobs.
I don’t know what came over me, but I whispered to her that God was going to get her though it. And I told her that I would be praying for her.
She just looked at me and smiled. “We were supposed to meet today,” she said.
Driving home, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly trivial that I was so concerned over a silly little needle, when that kind woman was grappling with a burdened heart and spirit.
And it just made me realize how, so many people are walking around with incredible pain and fear. And how, sometimes, all they need is someone to share it with…even if it’s just an arm on the other end of the needle.
I didn’t do anything earth shattering that afternoon. I just listened, and gave her a hug.
Because sometimes, a hug communicates everything the other person needs to hear.
The fact is, we can make a difference. We can be a light to someone in the dark. And it starts with the people that God places in our lives — even the people administering the needle of doom…God places people in our lives for a reason — sometimes for our benefit, and as it turns out, sometimes for theirs.
So she was right – we really were supposed to meet that day.
***A little update:
Well, I wrote this post from my apartment in NYC. I’m going to be here for 3-ish weeks, and then hop back and forth, splitting time between NY and Ohio 🙂 At least that’s the plan for now…Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement during this transition.
Oh…and the results of that blood test and my Ulcerative Colitis check up? — 100% healthy
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