Ok, here is something eye-opening I learned about myself when I got the news about my brother….I didn’t panic.
I was upset, but I didn’t panic. I called friends to pray, but I didn’t panic. I made sure my children were ok (they were at my sister’s house where the accident happened), but I didn’t panic.
I must apologise to Katie, who I was with at the time, because I know I was distracted waiting for my phone to go off again. I also know I asked my sister a million and one questions – sorry Autumn!
But why did I not panic? Why did I wait with Katie until Jason arrived? Why did I ask Autumn a million questions? Why did I sit and wait with Katie rather than jump into her car the first time she offered?
Why? I think the answer is because I have received at least a dozen or so of these calls while living overseas. There was the phone call when my mom had gone into hospital (she was fine but I was moving and going on vacation = no contact for 2 weeks and wondering what was going on!); the call when my grandpa had fallen off a cliff and was air lifted to hospital; the time, Sam, my brother was in hospital severely dehydrated and still vomiting; the time David, my other brother was coughing up blood in hospital after a snowboarding accident….those are the ones that spring to mind. I am sure there are more.
What have I learned each time I receive a call like this?
1/ As as many questions as possible.
2/ Call back and ask more questions.
3/ Realize the best thing you can do in that moment is pray.
4/ IF you are close enough to ‘do’ anything put your own ‘house’ in order before making a move out the door.
5/ Everytime I think I am close enough to ‘do’ something I simply end up sitting in a hospital waiting room.
6/ My view of death makes my reaction to these phone calls unusual!
7/ Abigail’s seizures and Jacob’s overdose gave me an interesting perspecitive on death.