Yes, I was in the ER

My Morning:
I think I figured something was seriously wrong with my eye when I couldn't open my eyes to any type of light. It's been hurting for a while, but it got seriously painful this morning. So, I left after my morning class in center city and walked down to Chestnut to the Jefferson ER.

I think my walk down 10 blocks was the most dreadful, and embarrassing. Since my eye was extremely sensitive to light, it kept tearing tremendously, and with that came a lot of awkward stares from passersby. I got a couple of, "are you okay's?" A few whispers of, "I think she was crying..."

By the 5th block, I decided to walk and smile to have people not feel bad for me. Maybe then people wouldn't assume I had some awful break-up or fallout with friend. I don't think that worked out to well, because now, I'm walking, smiling, and crying all at the same time. Instead of people having pity on me for a bad day, I think they were starting to think I was crazy....If I saw me, I think I would be crazy too!

Four hours in any ER is enough to get any person irritated. Luckily, I had my trusty mac, and Jeff has wireless, which was awesome news! I wonder if the other people in the ER felt jealous? I mean, here I am watching the Desperate Housewives episode I missed last Sunday, and they have to sit there and watch Days of Our lives. Well....in this case, I'm just thankful to God that I have some sort of entertainment.

Diagnosis: Well, people, I have an inflammation in both eyes. Possibly due to oxygen deprivation from my contacts. It doesn't make sense, because I do take good care of my lenses, and I never sleep in them. Still, it had some type of bacteria in them. The doctor said it was good I came in now, or else, they would have turned into a full blown infection. Looks like the Lord's been lookin' out!

Thanks: For all the people that called text'd and facebook'd me to see how I was. I feel very special, even if Ashley (ny) thinks I could have set off all the pacemakers in old people (which I still don't get...). You're an odd one....you know that? BUT....bottomline is...I'm okay! THANKS GUYS!!! I love ya, and God Bless each one of you! You can all call me four eyes for the next month or so....how do you like these pairs?

I think I make glasses look COOL! hahaha....

Hero For A Second

Story Occurred: Thurday, October 9, 2008

When crossing a busy intersection, the rule is, every man for himself/herself. Being a dedicated believer in that concept, I crossed the Broad and Cecil B. Moore intersection with nothing but me on the other side in one piece in mind. In my rush, I noticed an old African American man from the corner of my eye with a walker, making it slowly across the street. I remember thinking that he’s crazy for crossing, and he should seriously think about hurrying up if her wants to live.

Standing on the sidewalk, I urged myself not to look back, but I did, and there he was…just walking…slowly, with a billion cars heading towards him. I stared at him for a split second, and next thing you know, I’m throwing out the little that’s left of my starbucks latte as I jump (literally) into Broad Street. (I wish some took a picture of this)

“What the heck am I doing?” I thought as I walked toward him. “I’m going to die for this dude I don’t even know!”

My mind was talking, but my body moved up to the man in the street, and there I was, in front of speeding cars, and bunch of people watching.

“Do you need help sir?” I said as I grabbed a hold of his shoulder.

This is the moment that the courage of Christ took over, and through Him, I became a Hero for a second. With the dozens of people who saw this man cross, not one stopped to help.

The Holy Spirit is so powerful that it takes whatever ideologies and fear you have and throws it out the window. I’ve learned that in that moment I leaped onto Broad to help. This is how Christians should be set apart. When no one wants to go into the fire….go….you go! As the entire world watches….go, and show the love of Christ! When people let fear take over, the Lord has no more room in their lives. Let Him be the flood that drives itself into the blood, that same blood that gives you courage to ward off any kind of fear.

…Be a Hero, Be His Servant!