At the moment that our faith and hope is stretched the thinnest, sometimes we come to an answer that we hadn’t expected. Those among us who profess, with absolute sincerity, that they do not believe in miracles or in fairy tales, somewhere deep within still hope, if even subconsciously, that they do exists. We may even hear stories of, “I once knew someone who….”, or see a sappy movie that made us lose it and covering with bravado, said “things like that don’t really happen”. Yet secretly we envy the person who experiences such a thing, or wish it were not just Hollywood. So what would you do IF you did witness a miracle? In what ways would it change you? Do miracles still happen? Is there really such a thing as the love we see in movies? Is there anyone out there really listening to our heartfelt pleas? Or are we alone?
Our lives have not been very smooth as I’m sure you can tell if you have read past posts. It has its ups and downs. Lately we have scraped rock bottom. I cried out saying tell me why, give me an answer as to why I should keep fighting. I have grown weary and I have lost sight of the goal by getting lost in ‘the trees’ despite the forest. Every member of this family of 6 has questioned a lot of things, gone through a lot of emotions, gone to the brink and hovered on the razor’s edge. Attitudes have gotten out of control as we struggled to sort the mess made and so we had to take away cell phone and computer privileges. Which in teenager is the ‘most horrible thing that can happen’ so it had made an impression. The last three days have been different. I have worked hard on some of the places that came to light and were, after thought and consideration, something I was not proud of. *shrug* We all have them. Mine just finally reared their ugly heads. No, I am not accepting all the blame, hang on with me and you will understand.
Back to the last three days. Cameron – has accepted that he may have some issues that need to be dealt with, and so he has (hang on for a shock) told his father that he wants to go to counseling. They were chatting things over and he asked his dad ‘to fix them for him’. When my husband responded that he didn’t know how and couldn’t because not even Cameron himself can say what they are, he just knows something is wrong, that is when Cameron shared that information. He also decided to “try a new tactic” (his own idea) and has been helping out more and more and doing so without complaint. The more they see me visibly doing my fair share, the more they want to, and the more they become aware of doing things to help. The family dynamic was starting to be set into motion.
The funny thing is that I had looked things over myself and decided that I needed to be truthful with myself and dedicate myself to doing the things that I feel are right. Not everything has turned out exactly how either side is planning of course but in a weird way it was working. His dad told me that Cameron had said he is glad he stayed because he would have missed all of ‘this’ – whatever this was, lol. And he was taking great delight in watching everything unfold. We went to his assessment today and the woman who was doing it had a lot of positive things to say. I learned some new things too. One of which was that he has noticed that I am trying not to yell all the time. Even when they have been deliberately butting heads with me I have kept my voice at a level tone and presented my argument rather than thumping them on the head with it. And I told her that he had been working a lot harder and making quite an effort to change the way we interacted – though I had to correct a thing or two *wink*.
They had gone out to weed the garden with me a few days ago. I got stung by a darn bee on Wednesday at noon lol, I only know that because I am allergic and I sent a text to my husband about it. Suddenly it dawned on me, if they were acting out in defense of their dad, chances are that Cam had brought a can of dip home and stashed it somewhere. (there is a story behind this but now is not the time) I went running immediately and said, “Cameron, I KNOW you have some dip, I got stung by a bee and I need some, I won’t rat you out to your dad but I need it now”. And wouldn’t you know out came a can and he said “I swear this is the first day I brought this home”. Honestly I couldn’t have cared less, it had worked once before and I was only interested in not having a reaction. By this time my arm felt like little electric currents were passing through it and the hair on my arm was standing straight up on top of goosebumps. CRAP!!! Slapped a wad of dip on the sting, flattened it down like a poultice, wet it a little with water, and then covered it with a paper towel. I sat there for about twenty minutes (or until it gets dried out basically) and then took two benedryl to be safe. And have done so for the last few days. All that is left is a red spot where I got stung. No doctor, no fuss and all natural. Which does nothing to help our don’t dip argument.
When we got back, we all just kind of hung out in our own separate areas for a bit until I had to leave to go get the kids and my husband had to run out to help a client. I asked both Aley and Cameron if either wanted to ride with. Aley said no and Cameron decided on a whim to go with me. It was about a thirty minute round trip for us, though my husband got stuck out until around 5:47 (yep using my cell phone again). While he was out is where our story truly begins today….
“The spirit of man can endure only so much and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it.”
Circumstances having mellowed considerable Aley was given permission to log onto his computer and check his mail. This is when he received an email from his girlfriend’s mother, who she had gone down to florida to visit for the summer, which said that K, his girlfriend was in the hospital. She is seriously allergic to fruit and somehow had gotten some in a drink and gone into anaphylactic shock; she had been in a coma since Tuesday and he didn’t know. He was grounded from the computer and had his phone pulled for his attitude issue. That thought really sucks. It rips both my husband and my hearts apart. What if? What if we hadn’t give him access to his computer and something had happened?
So Aley got the news that his beloved was lying in a coma and he did not know, he flipped. He called and was reassured that K was being taken care of and though she was in a coma, there was no immediate concern and they were doing all that they could. He was as reassured as one can be when you are in love, 17, several hundred miles from your girlfriend, and unable to do anything anyway.
We came home to find the house tightly locked and bolted shut. We thought it was odd but getting everyone herded into the house is always so much fun when you have to wrangle 5 dogs of varying size, strength, and ‘I’m so happy to see you’ craziness at the same time – well lets just say it makes life very interesting. After the dust had settled Cameron had gone to see where Aley was and gotten the boot along with a pissed look and a sharp “GO!!”. When Cam told me that, my mommy radar started screaming. Cameron tried once more and when he came out and made motions with his hands across his face like tears, I felt a lead weight forming in my stomach and headed for the door to find it locked. I knocked lightly at first and Cameron said behind me “Actually, I wouldn’t do that if I were you” and I looked back at him shaking my head no, knowing that I needed to get inside that room quickly. I repeated the knock and he yelled “WHAT”, I asked him to open the door and he did.
One look told me all I needed to know, it was bad. I said his name and he made no response, just sat there, pissed music playing, silent. I asked him what was wrong and he said “Oh just that her brainwaves have slowed and she is being put on a respirator, if they slow any further her heart will stop……….” I went to him immediately and wrapped him tightly in my arms. I laid my head on his and cradled his head, hugging him tight, trying to give him some of my strength. I hurt so bad for him. I comforted him and while he allowed me to do so, he still had not said anything else; his tears rained down on my bare arm, cool against my sunburn. Each drop seared straight through my heart. This is something you can’t fix for them, you can’t stop it, you can’t protect him. The only thing you can do is hit you knees and pray.
That is exactly what we did. I sent Dennis a text, and while it sucked for him because he was out and as we know from before, guys hate it when they feel powerless and this was his own son – he needed to know. He would give his own life to spare his boy the pain and fought it in his heart; don’t you dare take her, don’t make him go through this, for pities sake don’t do this to him….I am praying a mother’s version of it, please God, spare him this pain – Don’t take the girl. The step and hyphen seem so pithy in this moment. I hurt as bad as if it were my own, I know because I hurt for Ean and Alexandria just like this when their father was killed. Try as I might to deny it, I love these boys. They are mine and we are a family.
Dennis’ response was “have him call again to hold the phone to her ear and tell her she can’t die because he wants to marry her”. He knew that if something bad happened Aley would regret it forever if he didn’t and it was important to make sure that was expressed without pressing hard enough to crack him, he was so fragile; everything was.
It was all we could do to hold it together. I headed into the darkened room again and talked with Aley. He was scared I could tell. I hugged him tight again and I spoke gently but firmly. I told him she needed him to be strong, she needs to hear your voice Aley. She loves you and yours could be the voice that moves her. He had sent a message a little while ago to her mother saying “tell her I love her more than life itself” and she had moved when her mother relayed the message. I tried not to overdo it and kept it short.I did nothing to hide the pain in my voice, or disguise that I was crying. I told him I love you boy, have faith and pray, pray hard son. There was only silence, so heavy and painful.
As I was headed out he asked for the phone. I brought it to him and went out to the living room. I got another phone (we have 4 extensions) since it says IN USE if someone is on it, just so I could tell if he did call her. I began to pray in earnest now. Pleading for strength and peace. Praying that God’s healing hands be upon her. I prayed that the enemy would be defeated and that Aley’s heart and soul be protected, cradled in HIS hands during this. I did not know how this was going to turn out and it would absolutely devastate Aley. I don’t’ know that he would ever get over it. I hadn’t realized just how serious he was about her. I know what love looks like, and I saw it very clearly written in his eyes, both the depth of his love for her and the desperate fear that he would lose her. This was no high school crush – this was real life, fairytale type love – the forever kind.
Suddenly when I looked down I realized that the phone was on, thank the Lord he was talking to her. I updated my husband and got an answer back which reads (at 5:10 EST): Give Cameron his phone back. It was time to do battle. Cameron sent messages to all of their friends to pray. I sent messages to my friends and family and posted on Facebook a plea as well. PRAY PRAY PRAY as hard as you can. My step-son’s gf is in a coma. She is severely allergic to fruit and she accidentally drank something containing fruit juice. She has been in a coma all day – just now we got word her heart/breathing slowing down. Now on a ventilator. Please pray for healing and strength. My son’s heart is breaking and I don’t think I have ever seen him cry….
The responses were flooding in everywhere and since you can only send a mass message to 10 people at a time from up here, we were staying busy. Love, prayers, alohas and support washed over us from every direction. We were frantically updating, frantically sending thanks and fervently praying.
Now I will tell you what transpired in that lapse of time when he called. Listen well my friends.
He called the hospital after texting her mother. I caught a glimpse of it before I left the room and he was saying that if she had moved when you said that, he at least wanted her to hear his voice. They laid the phone with her and left the room to give them some privacy. He sang to her – in his totally horrible off key notes, he asked her to laugh or make fun of him for it, to give him something. He spoke to her of their plans for what pet to get when they married. I will buy you a rabbit, a ferret and a dog if you want, just don’t go. Stay with me. I love you. He continued singing to her, whatever songs he knew that might hold some meaning known only to them. Will You Go With Me? among others. He began to sing You Look Good In My Shirt and suddenly he heard a voice from the other end. “Who are you talking to?” It was her, she had awoken – she had come home to the sound of his voice. She loves him that much. They love each other that much.
It was an eternity or to be precise, at 5:30 p.m. he came out of his room and my heart sprung to my chest. It was here. This was the moment. His face was relaxed and he smiled before giving me a thumbs up.
“Is she…?” *nod* “Are you…..?” *another nod* I burst into tears once more and tore across the room to give him a hug. I shouted towards the phone “We love you K” and ran off to tell my husband. He laughed and repeated what I had said to K and he asked her if she knew what day and time it was. She had no memory. He told her it was Friday night and what had happened. “Were you singing Will You Go With Me?” she asked. “Yes.” after a short pause she responded “I heard you”.
It took him a few minutes to convince her to get off the phone and let the others know she was awake and even after that she was sending texts back and forth until she got too tired.
This was some amazing love. How rare and precious this was. How humbling to watch. All things faded into nothing beneath the radiant light of the miracle we had witnessed. Never underestimate the power of prayer and love. Yes, it does exist. I was fortunate enough to bear witness to God moving in such a powerful way. Nothing will ever be the same again. Aley became a man today. And today he also found the meaning of faith, love and miracles. He is forever changed and something stronger than they know yet has been forged between them. It will be strong enough to withstand the very fires of Hell. Something has shifted, a new path has been forged. I know that it will be long in sorting and realizing all that it entails. For right now we are so awed by the splash of the pebble that we have not seen the ripples and they have not stopped moving but just begun.
Where there was only discouragement, we have learned not to sweat the small stuff, because it all small stuff 😉 and we have also seen through the same eyes for that moment in time.
“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?”
~Henry David Thoreau ~
My husband’s realizations were a mirror of my own. All that we were bickering about, all that we worried about, every single bit of it paled in comparison to what we had just experienced. Oddly emptied of our burdens and more peaceful than we have felt before, we feel that our path has been swept clear. We aren’t sure yet what else the story shall hold, or how it all ends. But we know now that we are not alone. I’m sure it won’t be all sunshine and butterflies but for the first time I’m smiling because nothing will ever matter quite as much in comparison. It is all about perspective, you can learn so much in these moments. We changed more than we thought it was possible. Life is good. Though the two youngest have very little knowledge of what transpired, the family is stronger, the hope is rekindled and thank God, her life was spared.
Her mother told Aley she considers him a part of her family and thanked him for saving her daughter’s life. We are still crying. We are still in awe. We are blessed!!
I leave you with a link of some interesting points to ponder. It is something my husband stumbled across this morning, Points to Ponder and it was so appropriate. Time is so short, life is so fragile. Live it well my friends. Stay safe and be blessed.