I lay in the operating room – in excruciating pain – wondering what the rhythmic sounds were all about. Then I opened my eyes to see a needle going in my arm, and I blacked out.
That night when I finally awoke, I thought back to the tree. Yes, that’s what it was. A tree much higher than 34 feet in the air, but thanks be to God, the branch broke there, and down I fell. My left femur snapped and my left wrist too.
After three joyful weeks in the hospital, in traction and with an arm cast, I was shipped back home.
Now after over 20 years, I look back and cannot help but be grateful to you all for your help and kindness in this moment of difficulty for me. I will never forget all the nurses and staff who took care of me: their faces, their moods, their daily care. I was just a kid at the time. Now I am just days before my deaconate ordination.
After going home, I thought my journey was ending, little did I know. Since there was a pin in my left knee, underneath the body cast, a blood infection developed in my entire body which almost took my life.
After 9 weeks at home, I entered the hospital, and once again met all the staff. (I wonder if they were as glad to see me, as I was to see them.) I am also eternally grateful for the young people who volunteered to spend time with me. For the first time I was taught how to beat Nintendo Mario Brothers – all levels!
When I was finally sent back home the second time, I became “famous.” That is, I was chosen for an inside cover page article on the new in-house techniques developed by the hospital for patients who needed care, but who did not necessarily have to be checked in to the hospital. Once every several days, a nurse visited me and my family, bringing the medicines I needed and making sure the curing process was coming along nicely.
Maybe back then it was just a smile, or a nighttime visit, or a meal, or an in-bed hair wash, but eternally I will remember it as your love shown in deeds.
May God Bless you,
Brother Nathan Miller