Saturday, April 14, 2018

CALLING G-O-D


"Are you alright?"

A lady at my bus stop took a deep breath into her lungs and fixed her eyeballs higher than a person who was well would. She had flaming orange hair and a bad-ass leather jacket. As you looked closer you could see her hands with half her french nails still glued on starting to become impatient.

"Yeah, well, I mean. I am just really hungry."

I had food in my bag, "I have some snacks in my bag." I said as she started to nod.

I gave her a jar of white yams. Eating them with her fingers she thanked me.

I asked her what was going on. "I was in Portland and someone got shot and it was by me," she replied. It sounded tragic. I knew that that had to have been scary for her. I told her I was sorry and asked her if there was anything I could do. "I'm trying to get to the max so that I can go into Portland, when is the bus coming?"

"Soon." It showed up in a manner of minutes. I got her on the bus but before I did an evaluation to make sure that this lady was okay.

1//Have you been drinking? She looked drunk.
2//Is there someone I can call for you? She looked in need of a hug.
3//What can I do for you?
4//Why are you going into the city? 

1//Yes. I had three beers.
2//My sons in Vancouver I don't have anyone's number.
3//No, not that I can think of now.

4// The last question, There is a bad man who has abused me I am trying to get away from. I am going to a domestic violence homeless shelter.

Deep in my balloon inflated heart, I knew that I had to do something. I could not just leave this lady alone on the bus, drunk, and scared.

9-1-1

If this is an emergency please press any key or say help at the tone.

BEEP.

"HELP."

Hello,  this is 9-1-1 do you need medical or police? 

"Hi, my name's Vanessa, I am verified in both Mental Health and CPR First response believe that I need a mental first respondent. I am with a lady who say's her blood sugar is low, is going through a mental crisis and has in intoxicated her self with three beers. She is dizzy and going in and out of sleep."

Where are you located?

"We are on the 78, heading into the Beaverton TC."

We can't send help to a moving bus but if you can get the lady off the at a stop we could help if you need it. 

"I am unable to get her to get off at a stop."

Why don't you call the hotline for mental crisis? 

"Um, okay, I will. Thank you."

I called the line. I had the number in my wallet. After a 7 minute conversation we came up with the idea of sending medical. I was going to have to call 9-1-1, again.

9-1-1

If this is an emergency please press any key or say help at the tone.

BEEP.

"HELP."

Hello,  this is 9-1-1 do you need medical or police? 

"Hi, my name's Vanessa, I am verified in both Mental Health and CPR First response believe that I need a medical first respondent. I am with a lady who say's her blood sugar is low, is going through a mental crisis and has in intoxicated her self with three beers. She is dizzy and going in and out of sleep."

911 didn't respond. In the end all they did was tell me to watch her in case things get worst.

I had a mini panic attack trying to figure out what the hell to do. Was I needing to make it more dramatic, just wait, or take this lady to Portland myself? I didn't know. I called, Tyler. "Hey, I don't know what to do..." "Are you okay? I think you have done all that you can."

Well fine. If I have done all I can then it's in the hands of God.

We finally got boarded onto the train where we sat in the disabled seats next to a lady who wore glasses and wrote on a note pad. "Can I put my stuff here?" I pointed next to her. "I like your glasses." She said, "Thanks."

As I sat down frustrated, I prayed. God, I know that I can't do very much now and that I have tried but please send me an angel so that I can leave with a peaceful mind. Amen.

"I'm getting off at the abuse homeless shelter!" Said the drunk, tired soul.

"Okay, is there anythi-"

"Hi, my names Teresa. I actually work there and am heading there now." The lady with the notepad said.

I couldn't believe it. "You are an angel," I told her.

I could go off in peace and leave this lady in the hands of another caring individual. I walked off the train and just thanked God for the amazing work he had done in my life. God answered my prayer when 911 couldn't.



11 comments:

  1. Wow. That's amazing. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. I love that God always comes through just when you need him.

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  3. Whoa I adore this story. Thanks for sharing Vanessa <333

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  4. wow wow wow. thank you for sharing this really encouraged me!! a great reminder to trust that He has all the details in His hands.

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  5. Wow, I love this so much! What an awesome God-moment, and I love how caring you are!

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  6. Wow!! thank you for sharing. <3

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  7. What a beautiful story of God's perfect timing, and your compassionate heart is a blessing to read about. xx

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  8. Wow. That had to be God. Thanks for sharing your experience - I would totally not know what to do in a situation like that either. Praise God He's always there! What a powerful testimony! xx

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  9. Woah! That is so amazing, it definitely was done by God :') Thank you so much for sharing.

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  10. Wow. God never ceases to amaze.

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