So yesterday was a really hard day, but maybe one of the best days I’ve had yet. I was helping a lady named Annetta Reid in the store. She was talking very softly and I could tell she wasn’t well. She apologized for being out of it and went on to tell me that she had been in a car accident the day before. I asked her more about it and found that she had gotten in a car wreck on her way to shop at our store on Thursday. She was in a taxi when it hit a pothole, flipped and rolled, leaving a huge gash in her head. She had a towel on her head and asked me if I wanted to see it. I said yes, as she revealed a huge (probably 4-5 inches) gash in her skull that was no less than an inch deep. It looked as if it had just happened because it wasn’t cleaned or dressed or anything, so I asked if she had been to the hospital. She told me she had gone to the hospital right after it happened but they only gave her a shot, paid no attention to the gash in her skull, and told her to come back the next morning. When she returned in the morning, the doctor was not there, so they told her to come back around noon. In the meantime, she came to shop since she missed her chance Thursday due to the accident. I was so lucky to shop with her because I don’t know if she would have gotten the help she needed otherwise. After she told me about the accident and after I saw her wound, I gave her some pain medication and went inside to get Phil. Phil and I took her around to the side of the house where no one was looking and began to clean and dress her head. Before Phil poured peroxide on her, I told her it would hurt very badly, so if she wanted to hold my hand, I would be there for her. She took my hand and as Phil began to pour, she squeezed tighter and tighter and the look on her face was terrifying! I knew it had to hurt terribly. Phil blew on the gash to ease the stinging. After he cleaned it, we worked together to bandage her head and wrap her up in gauze. I then gave her a huge bottle of extra strength Tylenol and told her to get to the hospital as soon as she possibly could. I told her if they turned her away a third time to come back and I would get her the help she needed. After we were finished, I carried her suitcase and walked her up the road to catch a taxi. She didn’t come back last night so I’m hoping that she ended up seeing a doctor. I’m positive she needed tons of stitches, and probably lots of real pain medication and not just Tylenol. This was probably the worst and best part of my week, simply because I felt like I was doing this “changing the world thing” for the very first time. I knew that I was actually making a difference and that I had true compassion and true love for this woman, simply because she is a sister of mine and because she needed the help. It was as if Jesus was there the entire time, because I honestly had no idea what I was doing, but what needed to be done got accomplished. Annetta was a HUGE reminder of why I am here, - to love people who need love, to help people who need help, and to be Jesus to people who need to see Jesus in their lives.
Please keep Annetta in your prayers...
---Lacy
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