Memorial Box Monday
A sweet lady on a blog I read does this every Monday, so even though I’m 17, and I don’t have all too many memories that will fit, I decided to start, and just see where I get! The original idea lies here with the sweet lady who started it!
My object for today is this card,
Which may seem weird, but there is a story behind it. And my cousin, if he reads today, will recognise this instantly.
You may or may not know, depending on how well you know me, that when I was 7 my mum had a heart attack. A major heart attack, one big enough that she died twice, once on the ambulance ride, and as they pulled up to the hospital. Both times she was luckily, by the grace of our good Lord, brought back by the paramedics. Anyway, I knew none of this at the time, I actually didn’t even know she was ill, because I was in school. So, after school, I have been told a neighbour picked me up, and I vaguely remember getting sweets from the corner shop, and going to my aunts house, and playing with my cousin. My memory of most of it is, of course, pretty hazy, I don’t think I ever realised the true seriousness of my mum’s condition till much, much later, but I know me and my cousin were playing in the front yard, and I’ve been told this was the same day. So, we were playing, and an older woman came up to us. She asked if we knew who Jesus was, and we nodded. She reached out, and she touched the Star of David necklace around my neck, asking if I was Jewish. I replied, “Yes and no. My daddy is, but mummy isn’t, I dunno what I am yet.” And she laughed, and handed me and my cousin each one of these cards. She told us, “Jesus told me to give these to you two, and I want you to know it’s true. And, I want you both to know that he is the great Physician, which means Doctor.” And she walked off.
I have never ever forgotten that, and I still have the card to this day. I remember the way I stared at her when she spoke about the doctor, and even though my aunt is to this day convinced it was a weird coincidence, I have always felt that it was God speaking to me, through that woman. I can’t explain it, but I just know!
So that is the first item I would put in the memorial box, and yes, 10 whole years later I still have that card. And, my mum recovered wonderfully, and came out of the hospital just 2 weeks after her arriving there in such a state.
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