The last few days have been wonderful, with no problems of any kind. I’ve been exercising as much as I possibly can and catching up on some housework and eBay work that’s been put aside.
I’ve been glowing from the experience we had while on our Date Day Friday. While following the directions from one estate or yard sale to the next, we had trouble finding one address. We had about decided to just skip it, but DH happened to see a sign in the local grocery store window, advertising the estate sale. I had read the directions wrong. So, we tried again and found the house. There weren’t any cars parked around it, and we had to ring the doorbell. An older woman answered the door and invited us in to a house full of stuff in every room. But instead of it being things you would expect to be hers, it all seemed to be the kinds of things a young man would have.
After we looked around a few minutes and oooed and aahed over the beautiful old woodwork on the old home, she began to get talkative. She told us all about her son, who had lived in the house for about a year, before he had a seizure, fell in the front yard late one night while walking his dog, and ended up having five back surgeries that left him a paraplegic.
He had to move in with his parents and sell his home and his possessions, so his Mama was doing the selling. She was obviously upset as she related his story. She related how he was still having difficulty adjusting to this drastic change in his life, which seems pretty reasonable, under the circumstances. Of course, I was using my cane, so when I told her I had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s she talked even more about how emotional he had become. I suggested he visit Wheelie Catholic, as Ruth has such inspirational posts and could find people in similar circumstances for him to talk to. She seemed very grateful.
We didn’t see anything we wanted to buy, but we stayed there a long time, talking and mostly listening, because she really needed to talk. Both of us felt like God had led us straight to her. Our past experiences as caregivers, my current situation as someone newly diagnosed with a debilitating disease, and the similarity of our ages, all made her comfortable opening up. She cried a little and talked a lot, and we promised to pray for her son.
It was a perfect example of God working all things for good, and it has left me with a very thankful heart that we were able to be of help to this sweet lady, struggling to help her son, and yet feeling so helpless.