The statement, “To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world” has become a very real statement to me. I originally thought the person who sent it to me was being much too kind until I remembered the 911 call that I made on behalf of a friend who was staying at my home.
I don’t remember what made me check the front door the second time that night but I remember feeling a desperate need to make sure all was well for my children and myself. I remember the moon was exceptionally bright that night, giving me a clear view of my friend sleeping on the couch. Quietly, I walked to my front door but not before kicking something on the floor. I looked over to the couch and didn’t see any movement so I reached down to pick up what I thought would be one of my kid’s toys. Much to my surprise I found it to be an empty prescription bottle. The prescription I had picked up earlier that day for my friend.
I remember scrambling to the couch to wake her up but when her arm fell limp to her side; I knew I needed to call for help. What happened afterwards was a big blur but I remember the helicopter taking off from the field across the street and the panicked look on my neighbors faces when they looked at me. When I walked back into my apartment I could see the aftermath of the paramedics. It was in that moment I realized that the little things we do for each other do, in fact, make a huge difference in our world.
The hands of the paramedics, the knowledge of the doctors, and the timing of my call were all key to my friend’s survival. Evidentially she thought taking her own life was a long-term solution to a short-term problem. Her moment of desperation was embedded in a feeling of aloneness; a moment when she felt there was nothing to live for and had nothing to contribute to others.
I know now that my need to check the door that night had nothing to do with protecting my children. It had nothing to do with the conversation I had with my friend earlier that evening. I can’t even take credit for the part I played in the incident. At the time I didn’t understand the phenomenon but now that I have a personal relationship with Jesus, I know that every act of kindness carried out through me is a direct reflection of the Light that lives within.
My moment of panic was Jesus working through me to save my friend – His friend. So it is with thousands of other “coincidences” that have occurred in my life since. Isn’t it wonderful to recognize that Jesus knows whom to place in our lives to make a difference in our world? He knows what our needs are and uses our brothers and sisters in Christ accordingly. Our willingness or unwillingness to act is certainly our own choice but it makes me wonder how many miracles I’ve missed by ignoring His gentle nudges.
Brenda, this is a wonderful testimony of how God works. It is also an answer to a prayer I like to pray, which is asking God to put someone in the path of those contemplating committing suicide that would be able to help them. I appreciate your posting this, as it encourages me to keep praying this prayer. Also, it is uplifting to read stories such as yours, where enthusiam for the working of God in daily lives is evident. God certainly used you that night, and your enthusiasm to share is understandable. May God richly bless and keep you and continue to use you. Thomas