Today I met a miracle. Yes, indeed a walking, talking miracle. My day started off like any other day. Well, except for the fact I was fasting (nothing to eat or drink) because this morning was our annual health screening at the office. Sleepily, I drudged into work. I am not me without my coffee each morning. To say I was tired was a great understatement.
With my completed health form in hand, I waited in line. Then, it was my turn. Shirley, my phlebotomist, smiled and took my health form. First she collected my height and weight. Upon seeing my weight appear on the digital scale, I exclaimed, “Yiiipppeee!!” She giggled and said most people do not react that way to their weight reading. Yeah, I guess I’m a lil different. With my weight and height written on my health form, I was ushered into a different room for my blood draw. Shirley followed.
When I sat down and rolled up my sleeve for the needle, she whispered, “I wanted to be with you, so I moved rooms!!” Awe, so nice of her to say. We chatted while she was getting everything ready. Shirley mentioned it was her first day back to work. I assumed perhaps she had been on vacation, so I asked where she had been. “Oh, I was in the hospital; I was in a coma for four days. Yeah, I had at least four grand mal seizures in my brain… maybe more. No one knows for sure because I was alone when it happened. My boyfriend found me on the floor of my home; I was lying in a pool of blood. He had been trying to find me for three hours. Thankfully he did or I would be dead for sure.”
Ummmm, W-O-W!! Are you serious? This response was not at all what I expected to hear. She looked like the poster image of great health. There were no visible signs of any brain damage or speech impediment. Of course I was curious, so I probed some more. Shirley continued, “Gosh, you never expect to become epileptic at age 47. My family thought I was gone. It was rough. I have no recollection of September or August and the rest is a little fuzzy too. Really I don’t remember the last six months. Each morning I do child memory games to try to help get my short-term memory to work again. Tomorrow I won’t remember today.” Oh what a MIRACLE she even survived!! She agreed.
As Shirley was finishing and applying my bandage, I muttered something about making a mad dash to Starbucks because after fasting this morning I needed my coffee and some food. She let out a desperate sigh, “Oh, I would LOVE some coffee!!” Okay then. I will buy you something. What do you want? Shirley shrugged my comment off thinking I was kidding. I was insistent. She asked if I was serious and I’m pretty sure the look on my face indicated that I was indeed going to get her coffee. Finally she said, “I would LOVE a Mocha Latte without the whip cream.” Shirley had tears in her eyes as I left.
She seemed surprised when I returned with her Mocha-no-whip. “You’re back?! Oh my. Coffee. Thank you. Thank you so much!!! You have made my day. What is your name? Thank you, Renae. Have a blessed day!” The least I could do was buy her a cup of espresso. Shirley had started her first day back on the job at 6:30am, standing on her feet all day, and by the time of my appointment it was 9am. She still had a full day of blood draws ahead of her. I remember when I had abdomen surgery… I was exhausted on my first day back to work!! Keep in mind, I work a desk job and my surgery in no way included my brain and a coma, so I’m pretty sure her road to recovery was a bit more complex than mine. If caffeine would help get her through the day, then I would get it.
For the record, Shirley was the best phlebotomist I’ve met in years. Due to my porcelain skin, I often develop large purple-ish, blue bruises as a result of any and all blood work, but not this time. Not even a mark. I can’t even make out where the needle went into my skin. WOW! Shirley has some skills. I’m happy she didn’t lose her gift after all was said and done. And I’m convinced with time she will regain her short-term memory.
Life moves so fast it can often be a blurry mess. I certainly wasn’t expecting to run into a miracle, but I’m glad I did. This chance encounter caused me to slow down, hit pause for a bit, and reflect. In my mind, God showed Himself to me today. I was witness to His work, firsthand. Shirley was assigned to the first room, yet decided to follow me into the second room. She felt comfortable to tell me, a complete stranger, her miraculous story.
It warmed my heart to do a little something nice for her. Even if she won’t remember me or the mocha tomorrow, I know I will never forget the day I met an unexpected miracle.
© Renae Rossman and Candy Coated Reality™