(We haven’t posted a blog for quite a long time. That was intentional in order to give you, Dear Reader, a break – <:) Ha!
Today was a normal day in a doctor’s office: many people waiting; mothers trying to keep their children calm; names being called now and then as the next patient would be attended to. I had taken my mother-in-law for an appointment.
We had gone through the first two ‘hoops,’ and were waiting in a consultation room for the doctor to come in. Suddenly, a persistent alarm pierced the air. The kind I have only heard in movies.
People were running. Others were screaming. Knowing very well that we could be of no help, we just sat there. After about 15 minutes of muffled conversations and tense waiting, the screams started again. The child could not be revived; a life had ended.
The mother, in her cries, spoke of how she had lost another child before. This was not the first. “Doctor, Doctor, please do something,” she pleaded. Nothing could be done. She would go home empty-handed and broken-hearted. By the time we left the clinic, she was still sobbing.
Normally, I would have complained that a simple visit to the doctor took over 4 hours. Today, no complaining. I am just thanking God for life!