the Lord guides...
if i never believed it before, i certainly do now.
the day before yesterday i was on 24 hour ICU shift. i left the hospital to go pick up our dinner (it's my excuse to get out of the hospital for 10 min) at Dallas BBQ - located on the SE corner of 73rd and 3rd (humor me with the details - it helps to contribute to the story later, i swear). i'm walking along the East side of 3rd ave, somewhere between 75th and 76th. i reach into the back pocket of my scrubs and feel that my phone is there + a green consult sheet for the ICU. yes, it's the original my resident gave me. yes, it has a ton of patient info on it.
i go to Dallas, pay for the food. it's not ready, so i go to Duane Reade one block over to pick up a soda. i go back to Dallas, pick up the food, and cross to the West side of the street to walk home. right around 75th and 3rd, i anally check my back pocket to make sure the consult sheet is still there.
it's gone.
i search all my pockets.
it's really gone.
yes, i'm freaking out at this point. i check Dallas and Duane Reade, all the while scanning the floor. i don't understand how the sheet could have fallen out, since my pocket was covered by my coat the entire time, and i didn't reach for my phone or the sheet. i figure it must have fallen out when i first checked my pocket way back at the beginning of the trip, so i head up the east side of the street.
at this point, i'm totally freaking out. basically, i'd lose all credibility with my resident if i returned without this sheet. in my mind i was ready to lie about the situation to save my skin. i persuaded myself that was the wrong thing to do but already practiced making vows to redo the consult for my resident. in my desperation, i pray, "God, please guide my steps."
between 73rd and 74th, God says, "Cross the street."
"Uh, God, that's not a good idea. i really should retrace my steps the way i came."
"just cross the street, silly!"
sooo, skeptical, i cross the street. i'm walking now towards the SW corner of 74th and 3rd. from behind the building, a piece of folded paper comes floating across the sidewalk. it skids off the curb and stops in the street.
you guessed it - it was the green consult sheet i was looking for.
God is way too good to me. yes, the chances of me finding that sheet agan were essentially zero. especially based on my own not-so-bright ideas.
praise God,
praise praise God.
He is the God who guides my steps.
praise praise God!
the day before yesterday i was on 24 hour ICU shift. i left the hospital to go pick up our dinner (it's my excuse to get out of the hospital for 10 min) at Dallas BBQ - located on the SE corner of 73rd and 3rd (humor me with the details - it helps to contribute to the story later, i swear). i'm walking along the East side of 3rd ave, somewhere between 75th and 76th. i reach into the back pocket of my scrubs and feel that my phone is there + a green consult sheet for the ICU. yes, it's the original my resident gave me. yes, it has a ton of patient info on it.
i go to Dallas, pay for the food. it's not ready, so i go to Duane Reade one block over to pick up a soda. i go back to Dallas, pick up the food, and cross to the West side of the street to walk home. right around 75th and 3rd, i anally check my back pocket to make sure the consult sheet is still there.
it's gone.
i search all my pockets.
it's really gone.
yes, i'm freaking out at this point. i check Dallas and Duane Reade, all the while scanning the floor. i don't understand how the sheet could have fallen out, since my pocket was covered by my coat the entire time, and i didn't reach for my phone or the sheet. i figure it must have fallen out when i first checked my pocket way back at the beginning of the trip, so i head up the east side of the street.
at this point, i'm totally freaking out. basically, i'd lose all credibility with my resident if i returned without this sheet. in my mind i was ready to lie about the situation to save my skin. i persuaded myself that was the wrong thing to do but already practiced making vows to redo the consult for my resident. in my desperation, i pray, "God, please guide my steps."
between 73rd and 74th, God says, "Cross the street."
"Uh, God, that's not a good idea. i really should retrace my steps the way i came."
"just cross the street, silly!"
sooo, skeptical, i cross the street. i'm walking now towards the SW corner of 74th and 3rd. from behind the building, a piece of folded paper comes floating across the sidewalk. it skids off the curb and stops in the street.
you guessed it - it was the green consult sheet i was looking for.
God is way too good to me. yes, the chances of me finding that sheet agan were essentially zero. especially based on my own not-so-bright ideas.
praise God,
praise praise God.
He is the God who guides my steps.
praise praise God!
posted by Where? Who? How? at
10:08 AM
1 Comments:
Dude- I found this through Ali's blog...ahh the joys of internets stalking...going to Kenya! Thats amazing. You are going to do such great work over there!
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