A Thursday kind of day.
A late start in the morning, Awana the night before and it takes everyone a while to wind down and share their stories of the night.
Piano lessons and back and forth from home, because not everyone has to go.
In the back and forths, running Fun Girl to work.
Back home for a quick lunch.
Then to Bal-A-Vis-X.
Then to the grocery store to get the latest ad.
My day stops here.
I am lost in my own world as I sit in the car and wait for Hockey Player to run in, grab the ad and come back to me, stopped at the curb. He comes to the door and says, someone fell.
I quickly recall the vague thud I heard and start looking around.
A deep intake of my breath.
A "grandpa" is down in the parking lot and 2 ladies were helping him.
I quickly put my hazard lights on, put the burb in park and tell the kids to stay.
I see the ladies are talking to him and I run inside to tell Customer Service someone has fallen. They quickly send the managers out.
He is a little disoriented. His face is banged up and he is bleeding quite a bit from his scrapes.
He misjudged the curb/ground and face planted.
My heart was in my throat.
He just wanted to get in his car and drive home to the next block over where he lives in Assisted/Independent Living facility.
But he is so disoriented.
Rides are offered. A chair is offered. Paper towels. Someone got ice.
I ask him the name of where he lives.
Blessedness that it is, I am very familiar with his residence. I have family there. I quickly call. They send over their Director of Nursing and instruct us to call an ambulance.
The managers do that.
I see he is being well cared for and try to gracefully exit.
I stop at the care facility to give them a first hand account for when he returns later on...as disoriented as he is he might not be able to tell them much. Plus to let them know he has 2 bags of refrigerated items.
All the while grateful he is well cared for and being watched out for.
As I return my car, I hear one of children ask why I had to get out of the car and help?
My eye brows shot up.
Because it was the right thing to do I am thinking.
I try to say because he needed help.
But this kiddo, is grumpy. Wanted to be at home. So did I. Just didn't get it. Which for this kiddo when this stage of self centeredness has started it is really hard to refocus.
I ask my children if they knew the story of the Good Samaritan.
I was shocked when my younger two said no.
NO???
I gasped and did a double take.
My brain went into over drive. How could that be?
We read Bible stories. We talk Bible stuff. We memorize verses. We go to church. They watch Bible videos. How? But....?
I stop the bumbling around in my brain.
I share the story as I drive.
I ask who was a good neighbor? why?
Now they all have heard the story and know.
But now, it is quiet and I can think.
It is just like I share at times with friends and my oldest. Just like I had shared that morning with a friend. God doesn't always take us down the same path as the person next to us. He has different lessons for us at different times. We don't learn his ways over night. Sometimes there are even some slips and falls along the way, just like when a baby learns to walk and become a toddler. Yes, my oldest were schooled in the story of the Good Samaritan. Now so were my youngers. My youngers on the other hand have been learning lessons that my olders are learning just now.
Different people, different paths, different learning curves and lessons plans created by the Master Educator. Patience and understanding and compassion for one another, for we don't know where the Lord has taken them, is taking them or will be taking them.
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