I grew up in a small town. Population not quite 4,000 people. As a teenager I looked forward to leaving that small town in my rearview as quickly as possible. Nothing to do. No career options. No future. I got married and moved one town away to a college town that is still on the smallish side.
But there are advantages to living in a small town. Safety is one of them. Everybody knows everybody and no one locks their doors. The Farmer's Market is always stocked with fresh, locally grown produce and homemade cakes, pies and pastries. The best things, though, is how people come together and help each other in a crises.
Mama has to receive shots that boost her white blood cells. This week, they didn't help. So her doctor wanted her to have shots on Saturday and Sunday. No big deal.... except that the office is closed on Saturday. It looked like our only option was to go to the ER, sit and wait and pay ER fees to get the shots. They had increased the dosage and Mama was very, very sick. Nauseous, dizzy, weak and exhausted. Not really up for the eternal wait you are certain to have in the ER on a weekend.
Small town calvary to the rescue. Our pharmacist's wife is a Registered Nurse. She agreed to give mother the shot at the Pharmacy on Saturday and at their home on Sunday. So at 9 a.m. Saturday, I drove Mama to the pharmacy, ushered her inside where she was given a shot. This sweet lady (whom I, of course, went to school with), got her boys up and brought them in their pajamas so my Mama didn't have to go the ER. She was even upset that we came inside! She would have come out to the car and given it so Mama didn't have to move. How sweet is that?
We could not have asked for more support from family, friends and community. There have been phone calls, meals, cards, gift baskets, books, and many other expressions of love. When I feel discouraged with the world at large. These generous, kind people remind me that there is hope and that caring, selfless people do still exist.
9 months ago