Just after writing the last blog post we had our first, and hopefully last health emergency while on the road. Most people really don’t think much about health issues because living in the same place all your life you know by heart the hospital, the doctors, your pharmacy, all things that add to your comfort level in times of stress and anxiety. As a lifelong traveller, whether it be around this country or traipsing through some ancient ruins in Italy, we’ve been very fortunate to have had to face only a few emergencies with no knowledge of the area. I think the first was when our son fell off his skateboard in Germany hitting his head on the pavement. Had it not been for the kindness of two German teenagers who had come along just as this happened, I don’t know how we would have gotten him to the hospital safely.
This time it was Monica’s turn, when she became very ill one Sunday morning. The fear you have for your children and other family members is all relative to your immediate relationship with them, their age, and perhaps most importantly, your age. The older you get the more dangerous health issues become. The older you are the more likely it will be that your ability to assess the situation carefully, make clear decisions, act decisively is clearly diminished. So on this Sunday morning when we experienced an emergency another angel appeared at my door. In the midst of the crisis, with ambulance people, police, EMTs running around asking me way too many questions, the owner of the RV park we are in comes to the door and looks me straight in the eye and tells me not to worry about anything else but Monica. She would take care of our dogs, cat, birds, the coach, everything. Instinctively I knew she was right and that all would be fine with all the other worries. If you can only imagine the idea that where you live is not only portable, but the spot where you’re located has probably been rented out as soon as you depart. Departure entails a litany of things that must be done in and outside the coach, a list so long that I could not adequately describe them here, but suffice it to say, it is a process.
We were supposed to leave the next day. You can perhaps understand my anxiety about the coach and its’ associated issues as I sped toward Lincoln, Nebraska behind the ambulance and my lifelong love. In all, the 4 days in the hospital went smoothly as did the dogs in the coach back at the RV park. Kathy the RV park owner told me to just leave the door open and she’d handle everything. RV life is still sort of that way. One neighbor looking after another. Theft and the associated fears of life in a bricks and sticks homes do not exist here. There’s an honor system.
When we got home neighbors came out and asked how things are going, can they do anything, can they feed us? The owner Kathy who had been looking after the coach came by to check as well and asked that when the time came that Monica was feeling well enough to talk to others ,could she stop by and of course I told her certainly and she did a few days later.
Some people are angels and just don’t know it. Their loving acts of kindness are just seen as something people do for each other and not run away from. Most people avoid this type of interaction between neighbors, citing their “not wanting to get involved” as if by getting involved you would somehow come into harm yourself. Well I for one am very grateful for all the angels that have visited me in my life and as I get older and less capable, I look forward to meeting new angels.