I was home this morning because of a last minute change of plans. Gary asked me to stay home and wait for a repairman who didn’t show up last week. I was a little irritated because I wanted to go to the library, but I waited around. And waited and waited. No repairman. I got tired of doing things in the house so I went outside to work on a little backyard project that would still keep me in sight of the driveway. Then I decided to move some rocks to the front. As I rounded the corner with my wagon I noticed my neighbor in her driveway. At first glance she appeared to be leaning over her walker to get something. Then I realized she wasn’t moving. I called to her and asked if she needed help and she immediately yelled back “Yes!”
She had actually fallen on the concrete and managed to pull herself up to her walker, but couldn’t turn around to sit on the little seat. And I wasn’t strong enough to turn her so she directed me to another neighbor for help.
By the time a half an hour passed I had met four neighbors. One helped me turn her around to sit in her walker and then called an ambulance and her daughter. Another went to get her husband, who wasn’t home, and doesn’t drive. Two offered help and stayed for comfort. It was a great demonstration of community action! And the EMTs were also great!
After I got home and sat down to breathe again I just felt so blessed to have been in the yard at the right time. And I don’t think it was a coincidence. I think it was part of God’s perfect plan.