Since my last post, I had spent a lot of time thinking of something humorous to post. Instead, I had a really, really bad weekend and am feeling quite down.
For a few years now, I am part of a group of 8 who take turns to fetch an extremely sweet elderly lady, Mrs. T, to church for Sunday services. She does not live that far from the church (perhaps a 20 minute walk) but given her advanced age and the bad state of road pavements (or even the often lack of said pavements) we had arranged to transport her to and from church.
This Sunday, it was my turn to fetch her but for some reasons I was not able to go to church at all. So that Sunday morning, I got a call from her early in the morning and only then did I realise that I had forgotten to inform her that I could not go. She was gracious and told me not to worry and that she would call someone else to fetch her and I left it at that.
At noon, I got a call from a church friend to tell me that Mrs. T had had a fall while walking to church and was taken to hospital. I rushed over to see her and learned that after calling me, she tried to call 3 others and somehow that day she was not able to reach two of them and the third also said she was not able to come that day. Mrs. T then decided that she could walk to church. Well, she made it almost to the last 100 m or so but then she tripped and fell and as the doctors later confirmed, broke her arm in two places and also fractured part of her shoulder socket.
Needless to say, I was horrified and felt incredibly sad and guilty that my action or lack of action had led Mrs. T to such a painful calamity. Mrs. T , on the other hand, was extremely cheerful and positive. She focused on how God provided two women, both strangers, who came to her aid and sent her home. She talked about how quickly someone from church called and learned about her accident and arranged for two brothers to come and send her to hospital. Doctors expect that she will need up to 6 months to heal. Despite it all, it was she who lifted all our spirits by her positiveness. Praise God.
But this squirrel still feels awful about the whole thing. If only, I had taken the trouble to arrange alternative transport instead of letting Mrs. T try to call others by her self. Stupid squirrel! Bad squirrel!