The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.Matthew 25:40 NIV
Just before I met my wife, I had to do some tests on my spine. The Doctors took some spinal fluid samples by sticking a long needle into my spinal sack and withdrawing the fluid. It sounds painful, but it really wasn’t all that bad, or so I thought. Though they found nothing wrong, the hole they made to withdraw the fluid did not close, turns out this is fairly common, but they did not warn me. The fluid was leaking, and I was bedridden with what can only be explained as the worst migraine imaginable. Really it was worse than a migraine and those are painful enough!
I called the Doctor and was told that is should correct itself within a couple of days. I don’t believe the Doctor understood the amount of pain I was in. However, I thought, I could endure a couple of days if it means no more pain, so I endured for two more days.
After two days passed and I was still in agony, my sister came and got me and took me to the emergency room. While there, I remember two things: I was given a stronger pain medication to take when I got home, that would help me endure until it corrected itself, and I was told that if it did not they were going to have to take blood from my leg and transfer it to the spine and that I “did not want to have to do that, as it is extremely painful.” I thought, if that is worse than this pain then I do not want anything to do with that procedure and I left.
On the way home, I was in the passenger seat and could barely move. I could not open my eyes, as the pain was too much to bare. I could not wait to get home to get the prescription for pain meds filled and get some relief. Stopped at a light at a busy intersection, my sister’s car died. Instinctively, she jumped out of the car and began pushing it before I even knew what was going on. When I figured out what had happened, I gathered all my strength to move to the driver’s side to steer the vehicle, so she did not push it into another vehicle. I was in agony!
Well, it looks bad to have your sister pushing a car while you are steering, and a car that was passing by let me know! As they drove by, I hear a honk and then a lady yelled at the top of her lungs: “p***y of a man!”
I have to admit that stung. It stung really bad! Fortunately, another car with a dad and a teenage boy, saw a need and jumped out and pushed the car to a nearby parking lot. Once there, I moved back to the passenger side and collapsed in excruciating pain. The gentlemen waited until my sister got hold of her then fiancé to come get us, and they also made sure we were OK.
I have never forgotten the difference in people seeing a situation that looks bad, one being judgmental and calling names, while the other gets out and helps. I try to keep that in mind when I see someone that needs help: help first, then ask questions if needed. The helpers had no idea, any more than the woman who yelled, what the situation was, they just helped. Even if I was a jerk, to them that was not a reason not to help. It simply did not matter, and I never forgot the lesson they taught that day.
A couple of days later, a Doctor called and told me to come into the hospital, that he had seen my chart and has some relief for me. He did not tell me what it was, but I did not care, I simply could not bare the pain anymore. When I got there, he said I am going to take blood from your leg and shoot it into the spine. I was terrified and told him the ER Doctor told me it’s not something I want to do if I can avoid it. He smiled and told me to look at the clock and count 5 min. He said I promise you, you will be the happiest person in the world before 5 min is up. I watch the clock, did not feel anything other than the pinch of a needle, like when you are getting blood drawn, and sure enough the wound clotted, and my pain was gone!