On Thursday, I was at the clinic for some reason. While I was there waiting to take some tests, a young lady was wheeled in from an ambulance. As I was sitting there wondering what could have happened to this lady, she was wheeled right to my side. They were trying to move her onto another bed that would fit into the scanning room, I watched as she was left for a few minutes while the attendant went to get something to clean the slab/bed or whatever and her husband or brother or relative was cleaning her nose and mouth while she was mumbling something in her dialect to him. He was trying to get her as comfortable as possible. At this point I said to the person beside me, "do you know what these few minutes of waiting can cost this lady and her family?" We went on to talk about our beloved country and how we need to do better yada yada. While we were at it, I heard an attendant furiously asking why the lady wasn't accompanied by a nurse in the ambulance. He went on to ask what test he was supposed to run and the relative frantically ran across the hall to get the slip which he had left in the ambulance. The other relative that accompanied the lady as well was quietly saying "MRI" "MRI".
I don't know what happened to this lady. She had a neck brace, a swollen hand, an incision in her throat where doctors had possibly used machines to help her breathe through. Her hair, she had braids, packed in a scattered bun. She was probably a mother, sister, friend, wife, daughter. She looked like she was in a lot of pain but she wasn't ready to go yet.
After the scan I was waiting outside the clinic, before my next test and I saw the two men and the lady, they were done with the scan, I presumed. It was time for her to go back to the hospital from where she came. The nurses were setting up her oxygen and it looked as if this time around, she would be accompanied by a nurse.
But yet again, right in front of me, I noticed a change in scenery, I could swear that I heard her breathe her last as the doctors kept trying to revive her, pumping her chest, getting extra help. I sat there watching the whole thing, I even said a word of prayer. But then, I saw the faces of the two men that came with her and I can't explain how I felt. One was barely able to hold himself as he kept "screaming in hushed tones" "hay oh" "hay oh". The other one, was pacing, he looked like he was praying and then suddenly he removed his glasses from his face and threw it on the floor in defeat. They spent good money on the scan, I'm sure, one they can never get back.
It was time to go in for my next test. I walked past the bereaved and the ambulance trying not to stare, hoping that a miracle would happen and she will be revived. I finished my test and asked one of the clinic staff whom I saw at the scene and had been attending to me as well, if a miracle happened with the lady. He shook his head and as I exited the clinic building, the ambulance was no longer within sight. I saw the relatives at a corner still and as I walked past the broken glasses on the floor, I couldn't help but wonder why I witnessed this whole thing. May the Lord comfort the family of the bereaved and anyone out there who has lost someone dear. I'm sending comfort and strenght from God your way.
When you wake up healthy tomorrow, before you complain about unanswered prayers, think about the dead, the sick and choose to be happy. Choose to live!! Worship like no one is watching, live like your testimonies are already here, smile at random people because it might be the one thing they need. Help in whatever capacity you can. I challenge you to do something everyday this year that will make you smile. Something that will make God smile. What are we alive for anyway, but to worship him. Live for God! P.s. He wants you to be happy!! 1Thes 5 v 16 - 18.
No matter the situation, always remember, where there is life, there is hope!! This phrase resonated with me on Thursday and days after.
Sound pick: Raise a hallelujah - Bethel music
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