Where Does My Help Come From?
Many years ago, I was serving as a chaplain at Florida Hospital and happened to be pulling a night shift when all hell broke loose. I was getting multiple calls to multiple floors to deal with one crisis after another. In the middle of all of it, we had a "code blue" that occurred--a man went into cardiac arrest and was not able to be revived. I received the call of the "code blue" while I was dealing with someone who had been brought into the emergency room, raving and refusing treatment because of her religious beliefs. By the time I got a handle on her situation, the code blue was over and I was messaged that he had passed away. The nurse in the unit where he'd been asked me to come up and to be with the family, who were gathered around his bed. I was tired. I had nothing left. I honestly wanted to run as fast as I could out into the parking lot. I hadn't had a cigarette in years, but I figured somewhere out there someone ...