Following my goal of reading more nonfiction this year, I finally decided to pick up A Night to Remember by Walter Lord. It’s a minute-by-minute account of the night the Titanic ship sank, and the aftermath of that. 921 more words
Two years ago today, I wrote about a terrifying incident that had occurred the night before. The previous night, my oldest grandson had suffered a seizure while in my care. When I wrote this piece I was trying to convey the sense of fear and helplessness I initially felt when I discovered my grandson seizing. What I didn't document when I first wrote this, was that the 911 dispatcher had mistakenly disconnected me twice while I was trying to get help for my grandson. My initial thought when this happened was "Why me?" Now I know that it wasn't about me at all. I now know that I was where I was that night for a reason. Looking back, I thank God that I didn't give in to panic and that I did what I had to do to make sure my grandson was taken care of. I was reminded that night that each of us has a source of inner strength that we can tap into at times of crisis. It is there anytime we need it and it will never fail us. I treasured my grandsons before that night and I treasure them even more now. As long as they are happy and healthy, there is nothing else I need or want.