Another exciting day!

Yesterday was the day. I had been planning on visiting All Saints Rehab Center for some time but since it is 50 miles from home requiring driving the most congested freeway in the country I was concerned about the time it would take and how I could stand up (sit down?) to the rigors of driving that far. All went well. The traffic was terrible but I just relaxed and drove carefully and arrived a little over an hour after I left Fullerton.
I didn't expect it to be very emotional just a short visit with those who had saved my life. But I ran into one of the nurses in the parking lot who had cared for me and broke down crying. Right there in the parking lot. Then I was signing in at the reception desk when Jean-Paul's secretary came walking by. I broke down crying again (BDCA). Then David from PT came up behind me and I BDCA. Next down the hallway came Liza from Activities and I BDCA. And the Lisa who was responsible for smoothing the way for all the paperwork and permissions walked up and I BDCA. While we were gathered there, Jean-Paul (a very Popish name), the director, came walking up in all his sartorial splendor and I BDCA. Coincidentally, he told me he had been unable to get me out of his mind all day the day before! And Guy from Pediatrics and Doctor S., the doctor who oversaw my rehabilitation, stopped by. I apologize to all the others whose name I forgot but whose appearance caused me to BDCA. It seemed like I was shuffling from one box of Kleenex to the next.
Then a short stroll to the Pediatrics ward. My world view tells me that everyone I meet is in my life to teach me something. My job is to determine what the lesson is. But I feel terribly guilty when I consider that all those awfully debilitated children are there so I can learn a lesson. Self centered for sure but there must be an easier way for both of us. So I BDCA. But if there is such a thing a karma, I must have done something awfully good in a previous life to deserve the kind attention of all these great people, not only at All Saints but those who responded to my involvement in the incident. Thanks Rick & Deb, Kathy & Tom & Tom, brother Bob and the Flabobians. Thanks one and all. I BDCA as I wrote this.
David wanted me to meet one of his PT patients who was suffering from bouts of depression so I walked into his room where he had tubes stuck in him everywhere and suggested (facetiously) that we go for a walk. He calmly relied that he had no legs. My faux pas. But he didn't seem offended so we had a nice visit. Then I BDCA after I left.
Before I left, two Philipina PT persons came flying down the hallway, arms flapping and making airplane noises so I BDCA.
It is beyond my ability to use words to describe what a day it had been. All I had ever done was be myself and do what comes naturally. And each of those Angels of Mercy did what had to be done and remembered me in the process. So I BDCA.

Dick