Pastor John Crawford really helped me in 2013 when I needed hernia surgery (no, he didn’t perform the surgery himself, but put me in touch with the surgeon who did), in 2015 when I needed a physiotherapist, and in 2016 when re relayed to me the recommendations he was given regarding what to do about total knee replacement surgery. Thanks, friend.
While recovering and remember good friends, I also thought of Glen Chance of Louisiana. When I was 16 and my sister was 13 and our family was on deputation, Glen Chance offered to keep us at his house while my parents spoke at various churches. He took us fishing along with his daughter. He’d sing while getting his boat ready. He introduced us to the concept of baiting a hook with grasshoppers instead of worms (which I’d not heard of beore). While we were out on the bayou (if I’d known ‘Jambalaya’ back then, I would have sung it), he pointed to an alligator swimming along and, when I wondered it is was such a good idea to be out there on the bayou in the vicinity of alligators, he said, ‘It’s small.’ We had a WONDERFUL time. His beloved wife, Ellen Chance, fed us when we returned home. And the whole experience was made satisfying also by actually catching fish (I’ve been on the occasional fishing trip unlike that). Excellent memories of being with some deeply cherished people.
Also during this time, a friend in Oregon found an elementary school graduation certificate signed by one of my great-grandmothers, Mollie Moyer. More news of long, long ago keeps coming up.
And the nurses I had in physiotherapy reminded me of previous good nurses, for instance Prakash Lohar, who had the strength to be able to put one hand in the center of my back and push me into a sitting position when I was in the hospital and simply did not have the strength to sit up. Good man.
And Salomi, whom I first met as a little girl, maybe seven years old, and whose family our family had known since the late 1950s, when my father and her great uncle worked together. When I was recovering in early 2015 from the traffic accident, her parents were one of those who hosted me during convalescence. Thank you.
(That was the SAME accident—a truck hit us head-on collision—that broke my arm back then, and twisted my knee, that caused the injury for which I had total knee replacement surgery on August 16, 2016. By early September, I was in home care and spending four hours per day in a machine that would encourage flexibility in the new joint. I was on crutches and doing physiotherapy exercises at home. Blood tests lasted two weeks at home, physiotherapy three weeks at home, and then I went to outside physiotherapy starting in mid-September. As of this writing, that’s still going on.)