What Did You Do?
I had been formally asked not to pray for people at the university hospital where I worked in 1985. I understood and complied but God had other plans.
It was a normal day as I treated cancer patients with radiation therapy; as usual I did not expect anything extraordinary to happen. The patient had been called back to the treatment machine and his wife was with him. As he was walking he collapsed straight down to the floor like his bones had melted. When people faint they don’t usually collapse this way but he fell unharmed and did not hit his head. I rushed to him as his wife looked on. I knelt beside him and saw the doctor, who was the department chairman down the hall and yelled to him.
Dr. B. examined the patient quickly and called for the crash cart. He did not start CPR.
As we waited, I put my hands on the man and prayed in my mind, as I could not officially pray out loud. “Lord, let him live to have time to say goodbye to his family,” I prayed.
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