After days of coughing and struggling to breath, I ended up in the ER, in the middle of the night. I waited to be seen, and people came and went, some walked straight, others were being rolled in or out.
Then, a young mother arrived in an ambulance with her son, accompanied by two paramedics. What happened next shocked me. The woman was the one who needed care. I guess she was home alone with her son, Thomas, because she took him with her to the hospital in the ambulance at 4:00 am. I know a paramedic’s work description is to care for one in need until they get to the hospital. Yet, the way they looked after her as if she was family was such a blessing to see.
How do I know the woman’s son’s name? Because one of the paramedics, kept calling him by his name as he treated him like a son. I could see the little man was excited to be on this adventure with this strong father figure caring for them. I can imagine how scary it was for the boy to see his mother in a state of emergency. Let alone having strangers come to his house in the middle of the night, and take his precious mother on a gurney into a big neon painted truck. In the eyes of a five year-old, it must be quite a scene. Yet, it was obvious that the paramedics had made sure to reassure him, and even possibly turn the experience into a fun moment. That was above and beyond his duty. Something he’s not paid for, and could never be paid enough to do.
Later I saw a doctor, and was simply diagnosed with anxiety. I say simply, because it is nothing else alarming. If any of you deal with anxiety, you know it’s anything but simple. The last few weeks have been intense. I’ve had very little sleep and high stress in my life. My mind suffered without me noticing. Isn’t it funny that right in the middle of a series on defeating fears I’d be battling with one of the worse anxiety crisis I’ve ever had? I’m so grateful to God for the care of the nurses and doctors towards me. It’s such a grace.
This morning when I woke up, I knew I had to write something about it. I have something to say to all the health workers of this world: “Thank YOU!” I know we don’t tell you enough. I know we take you for granted. I know it’s not easy to care for us, and that some of us actually make it quite hard. Again, thank you!
No words could express how grateful I am for how you saved my father’s life a few months ago when he had a severe allergy to his meds. Or for how you care for my mother who’ll get her cancer – along with half of her stomach – removed in a few weeks. Or for how countless times you’ve cared for me. For every smile and every extra hour. For every hardship on you and your family, for every headache, back pain and heartache. Thank you. Every day and every night, you see countless people who each have a story. Most need more than you can offer, and I know it’s weighing on you because you care.
I pray a special blessing over you today. I pray God’s joy be your greatest source of strength. I pray that you find grace and healing for every hurt and every tear people may cause. Sometimes the people you care for the most are those who hurt you the most. Your selfless sacrifice doesn’t go unnoticed. May the Lord remove any calluses caused by abuse. May God heal any unhealed emotional wound and renew your heart, love, patience, and passion for your work and for people.
Day in, day out you’re here for us, and that’s no small thing.
Again, thank you!
If you’ve got any thank you’s you’d like to share, do so in the comment section below. Any health workers who will read this might be in need of your kind words.