Well...how about another story of God's amazing protection. They just keep coming.
One of the guys we work with (who doesn't live with us) was visiting the house today. After hanging out for the day, he took off about six or so to head back to the room he rents. About a half hour later, two of our guys returned home looking very somber and sad. In all honesty I wasn't paying all that much attention since I was reheating Andres' lunch and complaining that someone ate a hard boiled egg that I was saving for him. It was Pique Macho...it needed a hard boiled egg.
Anyhow, one of the guys asked if he could talk to me. If I tell you the next part, you have to promise not to laugh. Yea...I'm holding you to that. As this guy took me aside to talk to me, I actually thought he was going to confess to eating the egg. I'd been kind of ranting about it...
But as I looked at him, I could tell that something was upsetting him. As it turned out, as he and the other guy were walking home, they saw our other friend. As a joke, they ran towards him like they were after him. Unfortunately, in the dark our friend didn't realize who they were and turned and started to run across the road thinking they were after him. He ran straight in front of an oncoming car. The car hit him and flipped him up over the hood into the windshield. The last our guys knew, the driver was taking our other friend to the hospital.
At first I was like, "Whoa, why didn't you tell me this sooner? We need to go see what's going on!" But then this young guy started crying and shaking and I realized how upset he was. He thought it was all his fault. So we took a moment to pray and then he and I and Andres headed to the hospital.
So...if you're going to get hit by a car, it's probably a good thing to get hit by someone who's father's a doctor and the head of one of the hospitals in the city. By the time we got to the hospital, the driver's father (the doctor) was there and checking everything out. He took us to go get x-rays and make sure that nothing was broken (there wasn't). Our friend was in a lot of pain but it seemed to just be from the impact. There was no internal bleeding or, as I said, broken bones. Amazing really.
The funniest part was, when this doctor found out that we were Christians he had all kinds of questions for us. Our young friend was sitting in the front seat (as we drove to another hospital for x-rays) and through his grimaces of pain, was explaining communion, baptism, what kind of church we went to...how it was different from Catholic churches...that we did, in fact, eat meat. That was a relief to our doctor friend since he was orginally from Argentina (where they're famous for their beef) and he wanted to do a big BBQ for us. It was all quite entertaining to me.
The family was really upset (the girlfriend and mother showed up eventually) and doing all they could to help. The fellow who had been driving was running around talking to doctors and even bought a bottle of pop for us to drink. His father tried to set me up with one of the nurses at the hospital and was telling her (in front of everyone) that the gringo was single and that she and I should trade numbers and get to know each other better. Yea...
At any rate, our friend will be spending the night in the hospital. I'm going to head back there in the morning to see how he is. I'm going to suggest (strongly) that he should be staying with us for a few days until he feels better. When we left he was still pretty sore, but I think the pain medication was starting to work. He was cracking jokes and being his usual funny self.
Once again, thanks to God for His protection and mercy. We're two for two. =) Thanks for praying everyone!
PS...I'll have an update on the truck as soon as I hear something. =)
UPDATE: Our friend is back in the house this morning and doing fine. He's limping and in a bit of pain, but he's much, MUCH better today. He's making jokes and telling me that the doctor told him that he needs people to take care of him and bring him pizza and pop, etc...
So yea...I think he'll live.
One of the guys we work with (who doesn't live with us) was visiting the house today. After hanging out for the day, he took off about six or so to head back to the room he rents. About a half hour later, two of our guys returned home looking very somber and sad. In all honesty I wasn't paying all that much attention since I was reheating Andres' lunch and complaining that someone ate a hard boiled egg that I was saving for him. It was Pique Macho...it needed a hard boiled egg.
Anyhow, one of the guys asked if he could talk to me. If I tell you the next part, you have to promise not to laugh. Yea...I'm holding you to that. As this guy took me aside to talk to me, I actually thought he was going to confess to eating the egg. I'd been kind of ranting about it...
But as I looked at him, I could tell that something was upsetting him. As it turned out, as he and the other guy were walking home, they saw our other friend. As a joke, they ran towards him like they were after him. Unfortunately, in the dark our friend didn't realize who they were and turned and started to run across the road thinking they were after him. He ran straight in front of an oncoming car. The car hit him and flipped him up over the hood into the windshield. The last our guys knew, the driver was taking our other friend to the hospital.
At first I was like, "Whoa, why didn't you tell me this sooner? We need to go see what's going on!" But then this young guy started crying and shaking and I realized how upset he was. He thought it was all his fault. So we took a moment to pray and then he and I and Andres headed to the hospital.
So...if you're going to get hit by a car, it's probably a good thing to get hit by someone who's father's a doctor and the head of one of the hospitals in the city. By the time we got to the hospital, the driver's father (the doctor) was there and checking everything out. He took us to go get x-rays and make sure that nothing was broken (there wasn't). Our friend was in a lot of pain but it seemed to just be from the impact. There was no internal bleeding or, as I said, broken bones. Amazing really.
The funniest part was, when this doctor found out that we were Christians he had all kinds of questions for us. Our young friend was sitting in the front seat (as we drove to another hospital for x-rays) and through his grimaces of pain, was explaining communion, baptism, what kind of church we went to...how it was different from Catholic churches...that we did, in fact, eat meat. That was a relief to our doctor friend since he was orginally from Argentina (where they're famous for their beef) and he wanted to do a big BBQ for us. It was all quite entertaining to me.
The family was really upset (the girlfriend and mother showed up eventually) and doing all they could to help. The fellow who had been driving was running around talking to doctors and even bought a bottle of pop for us to drink. His father tried to set me up with one of the nurses at the hospital and was telling her (in front of everyone) that the gringo was single and that she and I should trade numbers and get to know each other better. Yea...
At any rate, our friend will be spending the night in the hospital. I'm going to head back there in the morning to see how he is. I'm going to suggest (strongly) that he should be staying with us for a few days until he feels better. When we left he was still pretty sore, but I think the pain medication was starting to work. He was cracking jokes and being his usual funny self.
Once again, thanks to God for His protection and mercy. We're two for two. =) Thanks for praying everyone!
PS...I'll have an update on the truck as soon as I hear something. =)
UPDATE: Our friend is back in the house this morning and doing fine. He's limping and in a bit of pain, but he's much, MUCH better today. He's making jokes and telling me that the doctor told him that he needs people to take care of him and bring him pizza and pop, etc...
So yea...I think he'll live.
5 comments:
OH Ken... I did have to laugh - after I had finished reading though! I'm thinking that you're keeping God and the angels entertained.. and doing a fine job of it! Keep breathing.
Thanks Jen! I'm sure we're keeping them busy. But it's all good! =)
Oh goodness...whether to laugh or cry!! What a story! God is so amazing...I am awestruck.
So thankful there is a happy ending. :)
Bless you!
Carolyn
Oh man Ken...never a dull moment. Seriously though...an egg? Really? Just boil another one. It's quite simple.
So glad to hear everyone was ok!
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