Thoughts on a Day: Another Crash!

August 30, 1991, Another Crash!

Utah valley Regional Medical Center. What? Back In the hospital? No not me. I am here with Jay.

Some one said, "When It rains it pours." Perhaps it was the Morton Salt Company. The one with the box with a little girl under an umbrella, a box of salt under her arm slowly leaking out the salt. Anyway, It has poured on us a bit. This has been our summer's fun. So we have the privilege of enjoying modern man's miracles the technology of medicine once again. How about a totally blocked right aorta and an 80 to 90 percent blockage in the others. He never had pain, just a smothering step on his chest like an elephant footprint. We debate as to what to do. Balloon surgery or by pass surgery. It was most difficult to cage a very free roaming animal and expect him to lie still and be told what he should do. As he laid there still free but trying to obey doctor's orders. He fought fences closing around. Not to become an invalid, not to become vegetated, No, he fought and his first impulse won. Submit to the balloon, delay the other as long as possible.

Often we must reach out in faith, holding only to it. And so faith won out. Dr. Asey was uncertain he could balloon past a thoroughly closed artery—but he did—with all our faith and prayers being answered. And the caged animal will now be free, under supervision of course!

He was in good shape before, but will most likely be in much better shape now.

Wow! I hope I can run fast enough to keep up with him.

-EHG

Thoughts on a Day: Creation

9:00 am. August 13, 1991, Creation

How small you are little creation of God. I watch the bigger robin flit from tree to tree eating seeds and bugs. I see the starling rackously chattering searching the ground for dropped fruit. I see the large sharp billed 'pecker’ waiting for a chance to drill on deliciously infested wood.

Overhead goes a black winged flock. Yet comes another white winged platoon of seagulls returning from their night's lodging. Most likely they are going to a great foraging day spent picking up washed out bugs and insects from the farmer's newly irrigated field.

And yet, my attention comes quickly back to the tiny wing fluttering creature by my window. He holds himself as still as possible, spinning as hard as he can to remain in the air. He is so tiny. I would love to reach out and touch him or hold him in my hand to further inspect his tiny bird body and beak. But no, he just lingers long enough for me to see he truly belongs to the bird family.

I know, it is to thank me for placing the humming bird feeder where he and his friends can enjoy a sweet sip of nectar.

Now I see three coming to share the sweetness. At moments they are not sweet to each other. Perhaps it is the first bird claiming the feeder is his alone. They are such small birds yet they speak with loud voices. The intruders hum off and one eats his fill. He leaves and the others return. Hunger will not allow them to remain away for very long.

A creation to study, observe and enjoy--a tiny humming bird.

-EHG