Tough Times and Saviors

I am one of those people that believe everything happens for a reason. Obviously spirituality is my passion or I would not have spent so much of my life, three years at Emory getting an Masters of Divinity, and four years getting a doctorate in Spirituality. All of my education, training and experience has been put to the test this last month.

Intellectually and rationally I know that it takes time for the brain to heal with a traumatic brain injury but when she slows and sinks into these dark depressions it is so difficult to stay afloat sometimes. The doctors are right when they say it is physiological, the brain wants to shut down to heal, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Yesterday was really bad and couldn’t get out of the tailspin down all morning. I was meditating and praying on the back porch, (and crying), when the phone rang and out of the blue it was my dear old friend Pam. She said she was on her way to the farm to cook me dinner and sit with me. She spent the day and it was a pure miracle how much she lifted my soul. We ate, laughed and remembered our 25 year friendship. What a savior from the darkness.

If you know someone struggling, please send a card, email, a call, or take a meal. You may just save someone’s life.