Well, goodness, sometimes God just puts you in a position you never thought you'd be in.
Last night was a pretty typical night, I had just come home from Winnipeg with my dad and my brother - who lovingly took me out for supper to celebrate my birthday. My mom was away all weekend, and Ryan had just left yesterday morning for Ontario with his cousin Jer. So I was all on my own! We pulled into town just after 8:00p.m., and we saw some cars on the diversion bridge. (The diversion bridge is a second bridge in place on the 205 as you head west out of town, which spans... you guessed it... the flood diversion). My dad asked what was up, and Matt explained that kids jump off the bridge into the water, and swim. We said, "let's go check it out". We pulled up onto the bridge slowly, because there was a car parked in our lane, and kids running all over the bridge. One girl on a cell phone yelled at us "STOP! Help us!". Before I knew what was going on, I was up and out of my car like a flash. I ran to the car parked on the bridge, praying "Oh Lord, prepare me for this". The car was crushed, and smoke was billowing into it. The airbags had gone off, and the car was still idling. One young girl was kneeling next to the car, and she said, "I'm just praying, I don't know what to do". The driver side door was open, and I looked inside - it was an elderly lady from our community - 92 years old, and still driving. I checked for a pulse, and felt a faint one. Not knowing CPR - or if I should even move her - I just held her hand and talked to her for awhile. I told her who I was. I told her she would be okay. I told her help was coming, and that I wouldn't leave her until they got there. And then she passed away. I couldn't feel a pulse anymore. It was quiet and peaceful, and she went to be with God. So that was how I spent the evening of my 24th birthday, and I don't think I shall ever forget it. My heart goes out to her family and friends, and my prayer is that they know that she left the world peacefully, with someone holding her hand.
Last night was a pretty typical night, I had just come home from Winnipeg with my dad and my brother - who lovingly took me out for supper to celebrate my birthday. My mom was away all weekend, and Ryan had just left yesterday morning for Ontario with his cousin Jer. So I was all on my own! We pulled into town just after 8:00p.m., and we saw some cars on the diversion bridge. (The diversion bridge is a second bridge in place on the 205 as you head west out of town, which spans... you guessed it... the flood diversion). My dad asked what was up, and Matt explained that kids jump off the bridge into the water, and swim. We said, "let's go check it out". We pulled up onto the bridge slowly, because there was a car parked in our lane, and kids running all over the bridge. One girl on a cell phone yelled at us "STOP! Help us!". Before I knew what was going on, I was up and out of my car like a flash. I ran to the car parked on the bridge, praying "Oh Lord, prepare me for this". The car was crushed, and smoke was billowing into it. The airbags had gone off, and the car was still idling. One young girl was kneeling next to the car, and she said, "I'm just praying, I don't know what to do". The driver side door was open, and I looked inside - it was an elderly lady from our community - 92 years old, and still driving. I checked for a pulse, and felt a faint one. Not knowing CPR - or if I should even move her - I just held her hand and talked to her for awhile. I told her who I was. I told her she would be okay. I told her help was coming, and that I wouldn't leave her until they got there. And then she passed away. I couldn't feel a pulse anymore. It was quiet and peaceful, and she went to be with God. So that was how I spent the evening of my 24th birthday, and I don't think I shall ever forget it. My heart goes out to her family and friends, and my prayer is that they know that she left the world peacefully, with someone holding her hand.
To those interested,
As some of you may remember, I was put out by a strange virus back in Jan./Feb. called Parvovirus. Well, the symptoms of that virus eventually dissipated after 8 weeks, and we all thought I was in the clear. Unfortunately, those same symptoms came back again this spring, and although the pain is much less than my initial bout, it has been chronic up until the present. This has meant that I haven't been able to exercise much, which has really got me kind of ticked. So, back to the drawing board we went, and I've undergone a few more tests - this time testing for such things as Rheumatoid Athritis, Thrombosis, Gout, etc. The doc called me today and guess what!? I still have that pesky Parvovirus! In many ways, this is an answer to prayer. I'm also just glad to have an ANSWER! So, I just have to tough this one out. Parvovirus effects the immune system, so I have been dealing with odd colds and flus - even with our hot, humid weather. The fact that it is this virus explains all these funny illnesses I've been fighting. Anyway, just an interesting turn of events. The doc says that massage may help the pain - and I'm all over that!
As some of you may remember, I was put out by a strange virus back in Jan./Feb. called Parvovirus. Well, the symptoms of that virus eventually dissipated after 8 weeks, and we all thought I was in the clear. Unfortunately, those same symptoms came back again this spring, and although the pain is much less than my initial bout, it has been chronic up until the present. This has meant that I haven't been able to exercise much, which has really got me kind of ticked. So, back to the drawing board we went, and I've undergone a few more tests - this time testing for such things as Rheumatoid Athritis, Thrombosis, Gout, etc. The doc called me today and guess what!? I still have that pesky Parvovirus! In many ways, this is an answer to prayer. I'm also just glad to have an ANSWER! So, I just have to tough this one out. Parvovirus effects the immune system, so I have been dealing with odd colds and flus - even with our hot, humid weather. The fact that it is this virus explains all these funny illnesses I've been fighting. Anyway, just an interesting turn of events. The doc says that massage may help the pain - and I'm all over that!
We just returned from a weekend spent at Falcon Lake, at the Falcon Lake Resort Hotel, as chaperones for this years grad class. The other chaperone couple was Jon Kroeker & Michelle McCullough. We had a great time, both with Jon & Michelle and the grads. Despite the awful weather, we kept busy with card games, swimming, and running back and forth in the rain to the bar. There were lots of good laughs, and I should probably have pictures of Michelle and I dancing at the bar on Saturday night, and singing karaoke. Unfortunately, my camera never made it to some of these events to capture the memories - but it was a great time! The grads were awesome, and we totally enjoyed their company. I think they may have even thought we were okay too. We stayed up with them on Saturday night until about 3:30 a.m. Good thing for the extended check-out we had arranged, because no one was up until about 11:00 the next morning. I wish those guys all the best in the future, and would like to thank them for a wonderful (and FREE) weekend at the lake.