Next to funeral parlors and clothing-optional beaches, emergency wards are one of my least-favourite places to be. So when I got a text from my husband the other day telling me he was at the ER, my heart sank.
I wanted to get a cab to the hospital right away, but it was pouring rain out — aka cabbie heaven. I swear I saw a couple of drivers wipe away tears of laughter as I tried to flag them even though they clearly had passengers.
By the time I made it to the hospital, I was so frantic that the stitches my husband had mentioned in his text had morphed in my mind to a double-leg transplant … with complications.
I finally got to the hospital and into the lobby, but had no idea where to go next so I just kept going.
Proof that angels really do exist on earth — and many of them clearly work in health care — came in the form of a woman wearing scrubs who stopped me to ask if I needed help.
I was so grateful, I practically threw my arms around her in a big hug. Instead, I explained why I was there and she calmly and clearly told me where to go next.
I thanked her profusely but she shook her head, refusing any thanks, saying with a big smile, “I could tell by the look on your face that you needed help.”
As luck would have it, when I finally did find my husband — who had stitches … and his original legs — this lovely lady walked by, recognized me, flashed a huge smile and said she was happy I found him.
The fact that she didn’t just let me walk on by without reaching out to help me has really stuck with me. I want to keep that in my mind, to try and remind me to not tune out what’s going on around me and pay more attention in case I can do the same for someone else some day.
And what was my good deed today? I made an effort to talk to a neighbour who I see often but usually have to rush off without actually talking to them.
Not that I’m so amazing to talk to, mind you, but I sensed that she wanted to share something with me, and it turned out, she did.
P.S. Here’s a song dedicated to all the amazing, caring people who work in health care … or grow roses….