I never knew how valuable the safety net of medical professionals was, until I found myself supported by it. Hours in the next emergency room, followed by a day in intensive care, had me stable. Then another day in the hospital, under the watchful care of doctors and nurses, and I was discharged. Home never looked so good. I was told my blood pressure was so low when I came into the first emergency room that I must have been three quarts below normal. Another hour of bleeding would have finished my course on Earth!
The support of family and friends was what amazed me. My wife's prayer group, our church congregation, our children's and grandchildren's congregationsall were concerned and did what they could to assist me and comfort my wife. Even my sister called me from 1,200 miles away and told me I was important to her. (This was something she hasn't admitted since I was eight and she was four!) I felt myself surrounded by and supported by love. If professionals provide the safety net, family provides the cushion on which we can rest.
Since my recovery, I have been involved in a project I dare not postpone. I have written each of my children and grandchildren, and each of my extended family of brothers and sisters in Church, in Masonry, in Scottish Rite, and in Eastern Star. I have told them how much I appreciate them, how much I love them, and how much I know I need them.
They have hugged me, written back to me, joked with me, and a few have even blushed. It seems we seldom get words of that type and power. It is, perhaps, the balm in Gilead that makes us whole. I don't have much temerity, but I think perhaps I have enough to suggest that other Brothers might have a few people to whom they might wish to say, "Thank you for being you. I really love and appreciate you." And why not do it now? Here is a Christmas gift we can all enjoy givingand receiving!
I even said this to my wife. When she gets over her surprise, I think even she may give me a hug.