September 11, 2001 someone interrupted my class to tell me that Manhattan was on fire – she didn’t know I was from NYC. I let my students out of class, and walked to my boss’s office, I remember how beautiful it was outside and I just couldn’t understand how it could be so glorious where I was, yet so hellish back at home. My mother was in the hospital at the time (unrelated to the tragedy). Her dialysis unit was on the top floor of the hospital where there was a waiting room with a window wall that looked out towards Manhattan. I remember going to visit and being in that waiting room watching The Oprah Winfrey show and someone in the audience saying they thought it wasn’t possible that what happened really happened. I looked out of the window where the smoke was still rising from ground zero, and to the tv where the lady just couldn’t believe it possibly happened, and back again onto the smoldering happening a few miles away. it was one of the most surreal moments of my life.
February 9 2002 – My mother died, and I stopped breathing too, just for a little.
October 2006, I don’t remember the exact date, but I’m sure I could pin point it if I conferred with my journals, it was cloudy, when my rheumatologist called, I was puzzled, but not alarmed. She wanted to talk to me about the results of an MRI I had a few weeks previous, for some reason, I was still not alarmed – the left side of my head went numb for a few days, if anything I WANTED to know what was happening. “You have lesions on your brain”, she said. I – still clueless said “oh, does that mean something?” She paused – “Well lesions in the brain usually indicate Multiple Sclerosis, so we will schedule you to meet with the Neurologist.” I think I said OK, thanked her and got off of the phone and proceeded to bawl my eyes out. The only other person I knew with MS, my mom’s adopted brother, was already using a scooter to get around. I thought I would wake up the next day and need a wheelchair. I called my sister who calmed me down and gave me the best advice I could have been given- Pray. And so I prayed. Thus began my re-introduction to God. I’m so grateful that God doesn’t leave us. At times we walk away from Him. But He doesn’t leave us.
That was 8 years ago, and many more things have happened, but this seems like a good place to stop.
What are your memorable events? Have you written them down anywhere?