What The Lord Has Done

one dark day

It was a dark day, sometime in October of 1974; I awoke one morning to an awful shrill of pain.  Hum, I thought, “I’m in need of a new mattress; this one has really gotten old.”  But as I continued to lie there, I begin to realize something else that was strange.  This was not my bed, and to be truthful about it, this wasn’t even my bedroom.  Immediately I asked myself, “Where am I, and who’s house did I stay over last night?”  I couldn’t come up with any rational answers to my questions, and not knowing where I was, or what had happened to me, I tried recollecting my thoughts, trying my best to remember if I had fallen or something. “What could I have done the night before that would cause me to awake in such pain?”  Somehow, I couldn’t clear my head enough to remember, nor could I erase the cobwebs from my mind long enough to focus.  My mind suddenly became attentive to an image of events that could very well have taken place, and I begin to quickly agree with the vision I was shown by saying, “Oh yeah, I went to the movies with…then to…but no, that didn‘t happen either.  Oh now I know, my friend and I went to…no, I didn’t do that, but where could I have gone?”  It didn’t matter what image I conjured up, my mind wouldn’t agree with it.  However, it was agreeable to this degree, that whatever it was, or whatever I did, it had to have been something physical because every part of my body hurt right down to my toes.   I was in so much pain; I was even scared to move my head.  But wait a minute, something else is wrong.  The pain I was experiencing was too great for me to have just gone out dancing or to a movie.  It didn’t take too much longer before I realized I couldn’t move.  There was no movement at all coming from one side of me and I looked around and discovered the other hand and foot was tied to the rails of my bed.   “Oh no, I thought, something really terrible happened to me last night and I can‘t for the life of me remember what it was.”  “Maybe, (I continued to reason this thing out), I’ve been kidnapped and I’m being held hostage for ransom and whoever has me, must have beat me up something awful; even to a state of unconsciousness!  Not to mention, my head hurts I can’t remember a thing.   Exactly who are these people, and why are they picking on me?  Well, I said, whoever they are, if they are expecting a large pay off, they’re in for a rude awaking because I definitely don’t have any money.”  While all sorts of crazy ideas ran through my head, I began looking around at my surroundings, searching for a clue of some kind to give me an idea as to where I was, and how I could find a way out of there.

Dark and gloomy

The room that I was in looked to me like a prison cell; it was dark and gloomy.  There were bars on the windows like those you see in prisons or to better describe them, the windows in the room were like those you see in old movies of consecration camps.  I was looking for Colonel Clink to walk in and salute me at any time.  The curtains looked like they had been hanging for quite some time.  In addition to that the room screamed for a new coat of paint.  As I continued to glance around I discovered that I was alone.   There was no one in sight, and even if there had been others around I couldn’t have seen them at that moment.  There was something wrong with my eyes.  They were quite blurry and no matter how much I blinked them they wouldn’t clear up enough for me to see.  It was like a film was over them that kept me from seeing clearly.  The room was so dark, and gray, nothing would come together for me to focus my eyes on.  I tried turning over, to see what was on the other side of me and I wasn’t able to.  Being tied to the rails of the bed wouldn’t allow me the freedom to turn around.  Not that I could move freely anyway, because there was what appeared to be strings or cords of some sort attached to me.

Let me go home, please

Suddenly, what looked like a shadow dressed in white appeared and walked directly towards me.  From what I could make out it was a female.  What was she doing?   Walking over closer she seemed interested in the bag hanging on a pole that was attached to the bed where my hurting body lay.  She began to check the status of those things that were around me, touching what I saw to be, an IV tube.   She began writing something down on a clipboard that was at the foot of my bed.  As quickly as she came in, she turned, and quickly walked out.  Her actions frighten me a bit because she never said a word to me.  Why? Didn’t she notice that my eyes were open and that I was watching her every movement.  “Ah” I thought, “she’s in on this too.”  I began to cry, “God, in heaven''s name tell me what did I do to these people for them to treat me like this.  Maybe if I explained my situation to them they would let me go.  Why are they doing this