Yesterday, as I waited for my speech therapist to get off the phone this patient was unusually patient, for she was cutting into my hour.
You see, I was watching a mini drama unfold before my very eyes. Looking out the window toward Woodland Avenue I was second on the scene, even if only in a vicarious way, to a dramatic incident. Safely, from a third floor window of Methodist Hospital, I watched the scene of a man who had fallen to the sidewalk while awaiting a bus.
As the man lay in a prone position no more than three hundred feet from Methodist Hospital, I laughed to myself, not because a man had fallen to the ground but rather because of the sheer irony of it all. Soon after I began watching this event unfold a firetruck arrived on the scene with sirens blaring. Next on the scene were two police cars with their lights in full array.
Finally, and this is the kicker, an ambulance showed up on the scene….that’s right, only 300 feet from the hospital. I don”t know if the man was seriously hurt or not, all I know is that struck me as the pinnacle of irony that this man should be 300 feet from Methodist Hospital…but then again, maybe he was a Presbyterian. Either way, you can be sure that the ambulance company took in their $500 without so much as a hint of guilt.
So close and yet so far away. I wonder how many of us are like this with regard to the most important issues of life. It’s there, right before our very eyes, and yet we choose to ignore all the warning signs, the multitude of “heads up” signs we receive on a near daily basis. So close and yet so far away.