Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Limitation

So, Kathy LeClair and I are in Clinic Room 5 and our appointment is almost finished with the tan team doctors. RN, Pat knocks, opens the door a crack and says; "When you leave just go to the right and don't turn left, we have quite a bit happening down the left hall just now." I figured it was emergency. When we got out of the room and turned right, I caught sight of the gurney and team of medics gathered round. I put my head down and turned to the right. Me, the former chaplain from St. Lawrence and Sparrow Hospitals in Lansing, Michigan, me the former chaplain from the Cass County Sheriff's Department, me, the person who prays for the wounded even on the highway when I pass an accident and this time I didn't do nothing but hobble away in the opposite direction. I just didn't want it to be me. Picture me, the wimp in survival mode.
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  1. SusanJune 15, 2010 at 10:12 PM

    I'm reminded of your post a few days ago:

    There is a time for everything
    and a season for every activity under the heaven:
    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to heat,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

    This was your time to be the care receiver, not the care giver. :)

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