Misc thoughts

so I've been thinking these last few days about what to blog about.  there have been so many things going through my head.  you know, like lessons from the Chronicles of Narnia (i do still plan on doing it some other time though), and just random thoughts and stories of things that happen around the house, but I've decided to write on the other night at the ER.

i had to take a lady to the ER on Thursday night, don't worry, she's fine, and we walk in and there are a couple of people there.  not anyone looking like a real emergency (ours included) but there was this guy there.  he was kinda rough looking, bandannas on his head (i knew i was going to be making this trip so i had time to take mine off and wash my hair because "i would never go out in public looking like that").  anyway, he had on semi-tight jeans and a skull and crossbones t-shirt and a short jean jacket over the top and his hair was 2 different colors.  he just didn't look like someone that was a very nice person.  so as I'm sitting there assessing the situation, i hear the Holy Spirit say "you're so judgemental" so i quickly repent but then the next thing i do, I'm back judging again.  mind you i had a book in my hand about love, how fitting.  anyway, i just get frustrated with myself.  we are there for about 15 min and this older lady comes in and she's breathing real short breaths, like after every word she's gasping for air.  an ER attendant gets her a wheelchair and sets her down.  and she looks at the stuff about 3 feet away from her on the floor.  she lets out a sigh "oh my things."  any one of us could have gotten up to get them for her, but this "unruly guy" offers to get them for her.  he had a genuine concern in his voice for her and making sure she got her things.  as he hands them to her he says "ma'am everything is going to be alright, i promise."  he was such a reassuring stranger, and had such a care and afterward he looked as if he bowed his head and said a prayer.  the lady was wheeled back into the ER with a smile on her face.  it blessed me to be able to sit and watch this happen.  and once again i hear "Adrienne, you are to critical of others, not just this young man, but so many other people.  when are you going to stop judging them by what people look like?"  I'm an observer, and as i continued to watch this young man, you could tell that he was very concerned for whoever he was in the ER with.  later on that evening as we were waiting for our discharge papers, i saw him pacing quietly in front of a door.  i don't know what was going on, but i sent up a quick prayer for him and his companion.  as i sat there smug with my Christian book on love, this young man acted out what the book was talking about.  when will i stop reading long enough to act?