I’ve long professed to be a believer in the old adage “when it’s your time, it’s your time.” I believe that we all have a ‘date with death’, a particular year, day and hour when the fat lady sings and there is nothing we can do to alter ‘the plan.’ We can run, we can hide, we can bury our heads in a bottle, but when the Grim Reaper comes calling our name, we gotta go, no ifs, buts or maybes, we’re outta here!
An incident I read about last night reinforces my belief. It seems a 21 year old Arizona college student, Sam Schmidt, gravely injured in an auto accident October 19 and believed to be brain dead made a miraculous recover just hours before he was to have been removed from life support and become an organ donor. I tell you God certainly does work in mysterious ways! This kid was at death’s door. The Jeep he had been a passenger in had been struck by an oncoming van that swerved into their lane. The Jeep was propelled through the air and struck a light pole. the driver, a close friend and roommate of Sam’s was killed in the crash and Sam suffered broken bones and complex, traumatic head injuries which are nearly always fatal.
No one ever expected this Christmas miracle. The family had flown in from around the country to be near Sam and were preparing for the worst. In time the discussion turned to removing him from life support and donating his organs to benefit others. As the hospital began hospice care and only a few short hours before a decision was to have been made, the miracle began! The patient responded to a verbal command from the doctor and held up two fingers! I’m not sure, but I’d like to believe he raised his index and middle finger as in a V for victory! Within 7 days Sam moved from hospice and organ donor to a rehab. What a turn of events! Truly a modern day miracle!
Can you imagine what his family must feel like? They stood in the shadow of death for weeks waiting, hoping praying and when things appeared their darkest – just like that the shadow passed and there was only God’s Light! Doctors say he will have a complete recovery. What an incredible journey! It just wasn’t his time.
Well, I’m a believer! This young man’s work here on Earth isn’t complete yet. His purpose has not yet been served. We all have a purpose, from the lowliest of men to the grandest, we all have some part to play in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps that drunken bum you see passed out beneath the overpass everyday on your way home from work is here simply to remind you of the ills of alcoholism or that disaster is nearer than you imagine, perhaps only a few more drinks or bottles away. Maybe that cranky, miserable old neighbor who parades up and down the street bitching and complaining is here to remind us of what we don’t ever want to become or to touch us with compassion perhaps. We all have a purpose and until that purpose is served and our name is called we need to make the best of each and every day. Time is fleeting my friends and all too soon “it will be our time.”