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By Pat Guy
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When she reached down to grab her foot — it wasn’t there.
In that split-second she truly believed she could go back in time just ten split-seconds and change everything.
She tried to hold onto her leg because of the awkward angle she was laying, to support herself, but felt bone close to the skin — that’s when she jerked her hand away and put both hands on the living room carpet to lift herself up.
No way was she going to look down, and no way was she going to lay down. (Maybe to feel less helpless? We think and feel such odd things during a crisis) The anxiety that flowed through her body was surreal and trapped with no place to go. She couldn’t walk it away and soon felt woozy and nauseated. (Shock, maybe?)
There was a buzz of questions coming from different directions. Loved ones trying to help and a flurry of movement around her. Pillow? Wet rag? Anything?
“A fan, please, I feel hot. And and wet rag for my face. Thanks.”
But there was no question about an ambulance. Sirens were on their way and she felt relieved at the help quickly coming.
A loved one was patting her back — murmuring. It was comforting, constant and soothed her chaotic, fearful emotions.
The EMT was saying, “Honey, you’re going to have to take all the medicine they can give you, I’ve got to find a way to set this foot.”
But long moments after alluded her.
Ambulance, ER, hallway, chatter, cutting off her favorite jeans were stand-outs in time.
And looking down at ten toes — uncovered by the blanket keeping her warm and the brace keeping leg and foot together.
“At least they’re painted pretty.” she thought. She tried to remember the name of the color. A mystery as to why it was important or why she even noticed!
As she finally gave into the support of the gurney, months of recovery and rehab laid heavy on her chest and eventually a sigh sunk deep into the place she didn’t want to go — there was no turning back. She was stuck.
Yet, she was thankful for the hardware and surgery that could put things back together for her. Easy Peasy!
But still …
Just a few months later, at the first family gathering after “the fall” the loved one who had patted her back during those fearful, intense moments quietly expressed a pondering of his heart about what had happened. She knew he pondered such things, like we all do — especially when a loved one suffers. And he felt safe to ask such a question as, “Where was God?”
He was so thankful about how well things had healed, how well she was walking — so thankful for medical miracles such as reconnecting a foot and leg together — but, “Where was God?”
In that split-second an answer brought an unexpected awareness to her heart that softened her memories. She looked at him knowing his heart and his sincere thoughts.
She quietly answered, “He was patting my back the whole time.”
“So do not fear, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10 NIV
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Just a couple of things - you have 'and and' instead of 'and a" and used 'alluded' for 'eluded'.
This story is going to stay with me.
Very well written story. I felt like I was there with you. I especially liked the connection between where God was and the loved one who asked.