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kindness

Get up!

Get off that floor.

Can’t you see it’s filthy?

Startled by this stern command, I raised my head from where it had been resting — cradled in the palm of my hands — to see who would have the nerve to disturb my sorrow so abruptly. He was a big, brown man, dressed in green and a thousand thoughts ran through my head in the span of ten seconds or the time it took for us to “see” one another and him to push the empty gurney passed us, through the automatic doors beyond us.

Although his statement was directed toward us, he wasn’t talking directly to me. That was clear. I was in a chair. He directed his remarks toward my daughter who sat on the floor next to me. We were sitting outside of a “room” in the ER of a local hospital. A dusty, powder-blue curtain acted as a door and was pulled “closed” for privacy. Privacy from sight perhaps but certainly not from sound. I could hear the effort that was being made to keep the groans faint. That’s how I knew he was in so much pain. He was trying to hide it. I’d never been in this section of the ER before. It’s where you’re brought to when an ambulance brings you in, where my 15-year NTeich2old son laid behind the curtain.

Several days earlier he’d broken his collar bone during a soccer game when an opposing player, a bigger, heavier boy known for his mean spiritedness collapsed on top of him, breaking that fine line on his left side that connects your neck to your shoulder, in two places. Both boys had been jumping in the air to head the ball. My son needed immediate surgery, pins and a metal rod were permanently inserted into his shoulder reattaching the fractured bone. We were extremely fortunate to be put in contact with the head surgeon at NYU Hospital for Joint Disease in New York City who performed the surgery himself.

A few days after his surgery the boys from my son’s soccer team posted this picture on their team Facebook page after a big win that he obviously missed and couldn’t be a part of.

GET WELL SOON NOAH

GET WELL SOON NOAH

My son was deeply touched. I, was completely overwhelmed by the gesture. Honestly. I’m humbled to be witness to such an incredibly thoughtful act of kindness displayed by teenage boys.

The whole experience had been emotional, fraught with gut-wrenching, roller-coaster moments and as if that weren’t enough excitement for one week, here we found ourselves in a hospital again.

He’d been recuperating nicely up until this night, when he suffered a setback, out of his control and was in severe pain, so much so, that on advice of the surgeon, we called an ambulance to bring him to a local hospital.

Now we sat, my daughter and I, outside the room with the flimsy, ugly, powder-blue curtain acting as a door, between us and my son and his dad, waiting. We waited and waited and waited some more for the doctor-on-call to make his way to my son’s bed.

My heart was breaking as any mother’s would for every minute that passed, for every minute he suffered in pain. Trying to respect his wishes to ‘wait outside the room, please mom’, fighting back fear and tears, anxious for help, my nerves and patience were fried. Where was that damn doctor anyway? It’s easy to lose perspective. I did.

Now this? Really? Some big, barking man, clearly on-a-mission that had nothing to do with helping my son, has the audacity to growl at us, chiding my daughter as he strides by pushing an empty bed! That’s all I needed, maybe even what I was praying for these past few hours as I cupped my head full of worry into my hands; a justification, an opportunity I immediately realized, to lash out at someone, a place to displace the anger and hurt and most of all the helplessness that was filling up inside me bursting to get out.

Thank you and God help you, man.” I thought to myself.

You just barked at the wrong person, at the right time. You are the conduit for me to strike through. I was ready and eager as I looked up about to unleash a mother-load of mama worry on this unsuspecting passerby-er. I locked my bleary eyes onto his and before I could blast away he bellowed,

It’s not clean enough to sit on!

In that moment, when our eyes met, intention made itself known.

Clarity came.hope

Instantly.

Thankfully.

In the eyes of knowing, silence prevailed. This man’s growling abruptness was in reality, an act of kindness and genuine caring.

His scrubs indicated he was probably a doctor, maybe a surgeon and although he clearly lacked in bedside manner, his eyes spoke volumes. They told me his “scolding” was an expression of real concern that my daughter was sitting on this not-so-clean hospital floor. It was just the type of jarring I needed in that moment in time to pull me out of myself and become present, for myself, for my daughter who also waited in worry and for my son of course, who needed me to be there for him and not become lost in my own sorrow. Gratitude grabbed hold of me. Fast.

God helped me. Thank you.

This man snapped me back, which allowed me to be where I needed to be. It also allowed me  to hear the quiet words of an older woman who’d been pacing in and out of a room, two curtains to our right. I’d mostly seen the bottom half of her legs walking in and out when I held my head side-ways but I caught a glimpse of her when I’d occasionally looked up to see if the doctor was anywhere in sight. She was older than me but younger than my mom, probably in her early 60s. Other than knowing she was there, I didn’t give her or who she was with or why much thought until it was too late. When I finally noticed her, she was leaving with another woman, older than her. A nurse wheeled the older woman ahead while the younger, pacing woman trailed behind. As she passed me she said softly,

I hope it all works out for you.

I was so surprised; I barely got the words “thank you” out in time for her to know I’d heard her.

The doctor-on-call finally saw my son, treated him and released him after a few hours. His issue was fleeting in the big picture of things and although I am thankful for that, it’s the fleeting unsuspecting moments that interrupted my life in those hours of waiting that linger with me in a thought provoking way. Kindness matters. In any form.

Twice in one night I was startled by the kindness of a stranger. Two people, in two contrasting ways took notice.

Kindness can be so fleeting and even though it doesn’t always present itself in softly spoken words or a thoughtfully written sign, its effects are always the same; long lasting and profound. It makes a difference.

It did for me.

 


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  1. JJM
    January 4, 2015 at 8:30 am

    Beautiful, Karen. Happy New Year!

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  2. January 4, 2015 at 8:32 am

    Thanks, Miss J!! xoxo

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  3. January 4, 2015 at 9:07 am

    Bless you Friend, Karen and your Lovely Family!!!

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  4. January 4, 2015 at 9:20 am

    Thank you, Shandra ❤

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  5. January 5, 2015 at 10:06 am

    Karen, the whole experience in the hospital sounds horrific when it is one of your / our own. I hope he is OK or getting better now. OK, no playing soccer anymore… only sports with pads 🙂 Happy New Year Karen… Make it good one! xo

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    • January 5, 2015 at 3:58 pm

      Happy New Year, Andy! Yes, he is doing great — no sign of the break anymore, prepping for baseball in the spring. And yes, the experience in the hospital was less than fun but I am truly struck by the kindness. Thanks for reading / commenting 🙂

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  6. January 5, 2015 at 1:25 pm

    Oh, Karen, I’m so glad Noah is alright, or will be alright down the road. It is all so scary when our kids are in the ER for ANY reason, and it is very difficult to remain calm and keep perspective considering those around us. It is a grand blessing to recognize the kindness of others, even if the delivery isn’t warm and fuzzy. You are so right-a little kindness goes a long way. Prayers and hugs to you, my friend! XOXO-Kasey

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  7. January 5, 2015 at 3:59 pm

    Thank you, Kasey! And I do indeed feel blessed to be able to recognize kindness in any form! Hope you and your gal or doing well. Thanks for reading! xoxox Karen

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  8. January 6, 2015 at 7:48 am

    What lovely thoughts and moving stories.

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    • January 6, 2015 at 5:43 pm

      Thanks so much Lady! All the best for the new year 🙂

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  9. March 12, 2015 at 6:16 am

    Absolutely true, that quote. Wish there are more kinder people in the world.

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  10. April 26, 2015 at 10:55 am

    This post made me cry as I felt your worry and I love the compassion of others (even if harsh). I have two small kids that play soccer (9 and 11) my girl is way small and my son is tough but, again, on the small side but sturdy. I worry about this happening to them… Injury in soccer. How wonderful of his team to remember him.

    Is he now done with soccer, or will he be able to play again?

    First time visiting. Hope you son heals quickly.

    Flop
    http://www.flipflopseveryday.wordpress.com

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