I had an accident Wed. night and dislocated my knee while walking the woods. Took the paramedics 45 minutes to find me in the bush. Friggin' hurt but I learned morphine is your friend. :)
At doc's in full leg cast today and was feeling blue as I learned recovery will take longer than i hoped. While waiting there this woman (also in a leg brace) spotted my blues and came to lend an ear. She was well-dressed, in her 50s and in her own kind of trouble. After talking for a bit she quietly asked me if she could pray for me. (I thought she meant pray for me as in later that night, but no, she took my hand and said a prayer to Jesus right there while her husband waited (it took awhile). I felt embarssed even though the waiting room was empty but I was touched. She never asked anything from me, never invited me to her church, simply asked if she could say a prayer, hugged me and left.
After I saw the doc. I was on my way home in the company of a grumpy cab driver. I needed help to the door and was apprehensive to ask him but he saw I needed a hand and thankfuly stepped right up. When I got to the door he paused and said some words in Indian, not to me directly just kinda spoke into the air. When he was finished he smiled shyly and told me he's just asked God to bless me.
I don't have a formal faith, as in religion, and doubt I ever will. But part of me has always had a bit of envy for people who do. The ability to think someone beyond us can make things better is comforting I suppose. But one thing I do retain faith in is that most people are good, regardless of what they beleive. And I saw evidence of that again today from these strangers with two very different belef systems.
No profound thoughts to share other than that, and I still may be a little high from the drugs. ;)
