What on earth?
This weekend has just been so rough.
I got into an accident on the freeway on Saturday night. My car is totaled, and it is a true miracle that I am alive. Not only that, but that I only have few bruises and a neck sprain. I don't even remember parts of it. I remember losing control, and spinning, and getting hit, and crossing myself. I got put in a neck brace and on a back board, and they took me in an ambulance to the emergency room to check for neck injuries. My nurse was named Milos and he had braces and was very nice, and as they brought me in and I was crying and he said, "Aw, darlin'." He had a black knotted bracelet around his wrist with a cross on it, a tattoo of a human heart on the back of his arm, and a wedding ring. The EMT was wearing a St. Christopher medal and her name was Bree, like my godmother, and was really bubbly and calm at the same time, lik e my godmother. It was so scary. I am still trying to process through it all.
On Saturday, one of the senior priests in our diocese passed away. Fr. Michael was the dean of students at Biola for a long time, and was the catechist and spiritual father of quite a few people I know. I have never met him, but I feel like he is part of my experience in Orthodoxy, so that is a little difficult. Also, his funeral might conflict with my final project, and so I hope that however that works out will be okay.
One of my classmates from high school died this weekend in Iraq. His name is Rhys, and his wife, Stephanie (also a classmate of mine) is six months pregnant. I wasn't really close to either of them, but we had a small class (81 students) so I knew them better than most people would know their high school classmates.
I have so much work to do, and I don't feel like I can get it done, not with my physical condition or my mental condition.
Please pray for me. I don't even know what to make of any of this, except that God was merciful to me.
I got into an accident on the freeway on Saturday night. My car is totaled, and it is a true miracle that I am alive. Not only that, but that I only have few bruises and a neck sprain. I don't even remember parts of it. I remember losing control, and spinning, and getting hit, and crossing myself. I got put in a neck brace and on a back board, and they took me in an ambulance to the emergency room to check for neck injuries. My nurse was named Milos and he had braces and was very nice, and as they brought me in and I was crying and he said, "Aw, darlin'." He had a black knotted bracelet around his wrist with a cross on it, a tattoo of a human heart on the back of his arm, and a wedding ring. The EMT was wearing a St. Christopher medal and her name was Bree, like my godmother, and was really bubbly and calm at the same time, lik e my godmother. It was so scary. I am still trying to process through it all.
On Saturday, one of the senior priests in our diocese passed away. Fr. Michael was the dean of students at Biola for a long time, and was the catechist and spiritual father of quite a few people I know. I have never met him, but I feel like he is part of my experience in Orthodoxy, so that is a little difficult. Also, his funeral might conflict with my final project, and so I hope that however that works out will be okay.
One of my classmates from high school died this weekend in Iraq. His name is Rhys, and his wife, Stephanie (also a classmate of mine) is six months pregnant. I wasn't really close to either of them, but we had a small class (81 students) so I knew them better than most people would know their high school classmates.
I have so much work to do, and I don't feel like I can get it done, not with my physical condition or my mental condition.
Please pray for me. I don't even know what to make of any of this, except that God was merciful to me.