Last evening, Ben, our pastor of congregational care, slipped on ice in front of our church, and fell backwards, hitting his head hard on the sidewalk. It knocked him out for a few seconds, and some concerned friends helped him back into the church building.
After a few of us hovered around him, tending to his wounds and asking lots of worried questions, he reluctantly agreed to allow me to drive him and his wife, Lois, to the emergency room, where Dr. Mohammed ran tests, and said that there was a slight bleeding in the brain.
The doctor arranged for an ambulance to take Pastor Ben to St. Mary's Hospital in Duluth, for observation under the care of specialists. I drove his wife, Lois, up to Duluth in the wee hours of the morning so she could be with him, and did not arrive back home until 4:00 a.m.
Ben and Lois are in good spirits, and they have a positive outlook on the whole situation. They have learned a long time ago, to accept whatever comes, and then make the best of it.
When life throws you lemons -- make lemonade!
This morning, the doctor told Ben he has to stay one more day -- but I think he's coming home tomorrow.