Revelations

My sister and I rushed into the Emergency Room to find our parents. We located them in one of the cramped, curtained rooms. My parents’ young neighbor had awaited our arrival. We thanked her as she slipped out. My mom was in the bed, my dad was in the only chair. We did not share the fact that Rose’s graduation was followed by a seizure in the parking lot. We were all focused on what the doctor was saying about mama for a few minutes before the ruckus started on the outside of the curtain.
The first sounds were from a woman who was clearly miserable. She was loudly complaining about getting no help for her problems while a female doctor was calmly explaining why there had been delays. This conversation grew louder until the patient was screaming about pain and needing to pee. I sent up a prayer for this poor soul. Apparently her physician had not authorized the medications needed to end her suffering. I peeked out of the curtain to see her stumbling to the restroom with a specimen cup.
That’s when I saw the policemen. There was a swarm of blue right outside my mama’s curtain. I knew we were in a big city, but so much security? As I was pondering my question, I heard the saddest sound I have ever heard. It was a long, soulful howl from a person around the corner and out of my view. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My heart felt heavy in my chest. What was wrong with this person? Then there was a scream and a crash. The blue swarm circled the source of the sounds. It was a young man in ragged clothes with matted hair. One of the officers was talking calmly to this desperate person. He was almost cooing to him.  It was like one calming a scared wild animal. The other officers were young men and women in uniform. Their faces showed concern for the source of the scream. They were letting him release his anguish while forming a barrier between him and the rest of the people in the Emergency Room.
I stood behind my daddy’s chair with my arms wrapped around him. There was only a curtain between us and this sad situation. I was fervently praying with tears rolling down my face. I was not afraid. I was not praying for my mama. I was not praying for my Rose. I was praying for this encircled stranger who was at the end of his rope, broken and alone.
Those officers, they were heroes. They  were forming a barrier between this crazed young man and the rest of us. When you are looking for angels in this world, you may not see their halos and wings. Instead, they may be wearing badges and uniforms.
So Seizure Mama’s pity party was abruptly ended by a look at real suffering. Once again, I was shown how blessed I was. I am a slow learner, but I eventually figure it out.

Author: Flower Roberts

I am a garden blogger and a mother. This blog is about my daughter Rose and her triumph over epilepsy. We are in the process of completing a book, Watching Rose Rise. We need folks who understand life with seizures to give us some feedback. Rose is off at college right now so I, Flower, am running the blog PLEASE come and join us. We want to get this right.

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