I'd planned on working with him and Julio, but this was one of those days when it seems God laughed at my plans. Julio, too, was not available because he was going to the "Posada" that was happening at the hospital. Las Posadas are processions which commemorate Joseph and Mary going door to door looking for a place to stay on the night of Jesus birth. So, I could not work with Julio either.
I walked from crib to crib checking on the kids. Many were asleep. And then I came to Alex. He is still hanging on to life for all he's worth, though each breath is now a struggle for him. As I stopped to talk with him and pray for him, I knew I couldn't just walk on. I needed to spend some quality time with him, even though he was not responsive today. So we talked and sang and prayed together.
Soon it was time for his breathing treatment, and he absolutely shreeked when the oxygen mask was placed on his face. This killed me, as I can't ever remember hearing him cry before. When the treatment was done, he continued to sob. Heidi, the nurse in charge today, looked at me and said, "Why don't you just take him outside and hold him for a while." So, after disconnecting the various tubes connected to his frail little body, that's just what I did.
I have to admit I'm somewhat fearful holding Alex. He is so frail (I now literally know the meaning of skin and bones) and his back is so contorted from CP that I'm always afraid I will somehow accidently hurt him. Today, though, that didn't seem to matter. He needed physical contact to let him know he was not in this alone. Alex immediately calmed and quieted when I picked him up, and once we were settle outside in a rocking chair, fell into a fitful sleep.
While I was sitting there grieving the struggle of this little one, Fidel came to visit me. Fidel is a young man with CP who only has use of his feet. He drives an electric wheelchair specially fitted with a foot control, and has learned to write and operate a computer with his left foot. (I thought I had a picture of him, but can't find it. Too bad--he's really amazing!) Usually when I've seen Fidel in the classroom, he pretty much ignores me, so I was particularly pleased that he came to the children's area looking for me. I know he's very lonesome now that most of the young people have gone home. I've been a bit concerned for him, too, because he tends to struggle with depression.
Today Fidel was absolutely chatty. He not only talked about his computer activities, but was very interested in asking me questions about myself, why I was here, and where I was living. We talked of things we both enjoy such as cookies (though he's not particularly fond of chocolate) and checkers. I promised to try to find a game and play with him soon. When he asked about my family and why I would not want to be with them for Christmas, I simply replied without really thinking, "Because I want to be with you guys here." He got tears in his eyes, and all he said was, "Gracias." Then I teared up and we just sat and looked at each other. I can feel a friendship forming here!
So, was today what I expected? Not at all. But once again I learned that what God has in store for me is better than I could plan myself. I didn't have to do anything but be available, and He used me to touch two folks who seemed very much in need of a friend today. I think sometimes I forget that friendship, in itself, is a ministry when we invite God into the relationship. Please pray that these two friends of mine will know they are not alone.
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