a terrible accident occurred that strengthened my family’s
faith. One stormy evening after returning from church, my phone
rang. It was the hospital calling with news that my father had
been in a serious accident. While at work, he had fallen to the
ground from a ladder more than 30 feet tall. I immediately rushed
to the hospital and was told that my father had shattered all the
bones in his feet and also fractured his femur, elbow and spine.
We were sent by ambulance to Tyler because
the weather was too stormy to be transported by a helicopter
that night. We arrived
at 4:30 a.m., and my father was taken
into surgery about an hour later. We knew it would be a long surgery but never
expected it to take nearly nine hours! One complication led to another, but
after more than two weeks in Tyler, we were ready to bring my dad home to Paris
for rehab at CHRISTUS St. Joseph’s, the hospital where I have worked for
my family’s extended stay in Tyler,
I received numerous calls from my co-workers and supervisor, as
well as their constant prayers.
I remained optimistic
that, with all these prayers being said, everything would work out. Meanwhile,
I had been away from work for quite a while since my dad’s accident and
was ready to be back among my co-workers, whom I also considered my friends
and support system.
It was my first day back in the office, and
I was getting caught up on mail
when a message came across the hospital’s intercom: “Attention,
please. Attention, please. Dr. Max, Room 709.” (This was the hospital’s
code for a patient in cardiac or respiratory arrest). It was my dad’s
A devastating feeling surged through me.
I was in a panic. I attempted to run up five flights of stairs
to my dad’s room. So many things
rushed through my head. I prayed silently to God, “Please let him
be OK, please!” It
was one of the most horrible feelings I have ever experienced. When I finally
reached Dad’s room, I was deeply thankful to find that he was OK.
He began talking to me, telling me not to worry and encouraging me to go
When I turned to leave, the most amazing
thing happened. I knew my co-workers and supervisor were extremely
supportive and caring, but
when I walked
out, I found them all in a line outside my Dad’s room, where they
had quickly rushed to show their support. Through all my anxiety, I could
sense their support
and care, and tears started to flow down my face.
Once again, I had persevered
as a result of their love and support, as well as my confidence in
knowing that my dad and family were kept in
realize that I could not ask for a better place to work. I know our
CHRISTUS St. Joseph’s Associates will continue to show concern
and compassion for their fellow co-workers and those we serve,
and I pray that God will
bless us all.
CHRISTUS St. Joseph’s Health System