To the Rescue—Again
It was one of those days. Our Lori was slowly, very slowly, improving after being in a coma, the result of a car wreck. (Lori would never allow us to call it an ACCIDENT. Over and over again, when she was able to communicate, she reminded us that there were NO ACCIDENTS with Jesus.)
And though she was improving, she still required a respirator to breathe. Even before her wreck her incurable neomuscular disease made it necessary to use the respirator at night. Now, because of her head trauma, she needed it during the day, too.
We were tired. All of us. But we were encouraged that at least she was out of the coma and making some progress.
The down side to this day—there was freezing rain. While we didn’t need to be out in it, we did need the electricity to stay on for the respirator. There was an emergency battery backup, but there was only a short window of ‘help’ we could expect.
Peering from window to window didn’t still the storm.
Opening the door and hearing the crackle of the frozen branches did nothing for our anxious hearts.
When the lights flickered, we felt so very, very vulnerable.
And you guessed it!! The electricity went off.
Our hearts pounded.
We were on an emergency call list for the electric company, but the outage was so widespread, and weather becoming worse by the hour, that there was no way they could get to us any faster than to any of the others whose lives depended on electric power.
That’s when we called for HELP. One phone call, and the Fire Department was there with their generator.
These were the same fellas who made it possible for us get Lori home by ambulance plane from Indiana after her wreck.
These were the same fellas who worked extra shifts so that Bob wouldn’t have to lose his sick days.
These were the same fellas who came to our door with money they’d collected to help.
And the same fellas who sat with Bob, on more than one occasion, when the days seemed never to end and the mornings brought no visible relief.
Oh, how blessed we were to have them. What comfort those yellow coats brought us. Their slipping and sliding on the ice to hook up the generator. Their smiles, hugs and assurance that all we had to do was call if we needed anything else. Their tender greetings to Lori.
Much needed, and greatly appreciated help
To the Rescue—Again