About halfway through class this morning, someone came running in and asked for my eye doc friend. It appeared that someone had a heart attack in the during the church service and they needed help. The other two docs we have were not in this service and a nurse who was in the nursery, didn't know what was going on.
Today was our 17th spaghetti dinner. Sixteen years since 13 of us started this little church. Still going strong, in fact, apparently we have outgrown the new building and the neighbors are leaving notes, that cars are parked everything. From a church's standpoint, a good problem to have but practically, a nuisance in the present. Before lunch, PJ went up to the hospital see how B was doing. His color was good and he was orney as ever which is always a very, good sign. He is an older man and not his first medical rodeo. The day could have easily ended, very differently. The dinner went on with good company and great conversation. A good day, indeed.
As those in the santuary waited for the ambulance, the unknown was lurking pretty close. Lots of different thought going through minds and hearts. Dr T held it together, continued with his lesson while I had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying. I prayed for the one down and those attending him. As the paramedics attended to B, the pastor prayed for them. Nothing like an emergency to put us straight. We shouldn't need this lesson but it seems you do. We have short term memories and forget everyone doesn't get to live to 100. Imagining that everyone in that service, held their families a bit closer tonight. it's just the way it is...
