Trauma. What do you think when you read that word? I hadn’t really thought much about the word until recently. Trauma is one of those words we prefer not to use. We pray for Trauma to stay the heck away from our family and friends.
A little over two weeks ago my husband and I spent the evening in the Trauma ER at the Med when we found out a friend of ours from Ohio had been involved in a plane crash. As soon as we found out about the crash we drove straight to the hospital. While we were driving to the hospital David and I began to receive multiple messages from friends letting us know about the crash.
We also made some phone calls to try to determine the best way to worm our way in to see Kent. We hated the thought of being turned away at the door. My husband is a pastor at a local church and he has a clergy card. So, our hope was he could pull the “pastor card” if need be.
We arrived at the hospital and were surprised at how easy it was to check in, get an ID, go through security and go directly to the Trauma ER. Like really, really easy. We didn’t even have to pull the pastor card in the beginning.
Within minutes we were in the middle of the trauma ER…not my finest hour. Once we went through the doors, I wanted to close my eyes, put my fingers in my ears and say “I’m not listening or looking”. It was so incredibly busy and there were patients everywhere and I mean everywhere. I didn’t pass out or anything like that, but I had a crystal clear moment of clarity, “I shall NEVER work in a trauma ER”. My husband on the other hand was rock steady!! He was my own personal McDreamy!!
We quickly found out Kent was down for x-rays and were told to go to the trauma waiting room. In the waiting room we looked around to see if there was anyone who looked like they would be Kent’s friends. That is really funny in retrospect. We did ask all of the people in the waiting room if they were here to see Kent Wingate. The people all looked at us like we had grown a third eye.
So, we waited and waited and waited. While we waited we were able to eavesdrop on other people’s stories. (Don’t judge, you know you would too). We were able to see group after group coming into the waiting room. By the end of the evening we had to move to a different waiting room because the trauma waiting room was so crowded. All through the afternoon and evening we sat in the waiting room and held vigil and prayed and continued to make connections through Facebook and email. We knew we wanted to 1) see Kent and 2) be available to his wife, Katherine, if she needed anything upon her arrival.
After a couple of hours, David was finally able to go back and see Kent and pray for him. He did end up having to pull the “pastor card” and became Kent’s pastor in the eyes of the trauma team.
After seeing Kent, things began to happen. David was able to connect with Kent’s son through Facebook and had a chance to talk with him on the phone.Then, he was able to text Katherine who was in route to Memphis. As soon as she arrived, I was able to greet her at the door, walk her back and meet up with David who walked her back to Kent’s room. She was with a friend who had flown her to Memphis and there was a couple who had been at the hospital the whole time. Our method of identifying Kent’s friends clearly had not worked so well.
As soon as Katherine was back in the room with Kent, we left.
They were in the very capable hands of the trauma team, but more importantly they were in the hands of a loving and powerful God. A God, well acquainted with sorrow and grief. A God who had sheltered Kent in His arms. A God who provided the right people at the right time to miraculously rescue Kent. A God who was guiding the capable hands of the trauma team.
I am amazed to realize day in and day out there are people who provide care and compassion in the midst of great pain. While the rest of us pray for trauma to stay away, Trauma is their constant companion. They work to repair and restore the havoc Trauma leaves in its wake. If you know someone who works in the ER, you should give them a hug, bake them a pie, take them out for dinner, pray for them.
I am thankful for the people who are providing medical care for Kent!!