A Seizure

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This Sunday after church my wife and I chose a quaint restaurant to eat a light lunch.

A young man in his early thirties, and what appeared to be his grandmother, came in and were seated at the table next to us. The elderly lady, frail and assisted by a cane, gingerly took her seat. The waitress brought water and politely took their order.

My wife and I had just begun to enjoy our main course when the elderly woman began to have severe shakes. The shakes soon became uncontrollable in her legs and arms. The lady convulsed to a horizontal position and slipped to the floor. An ambulance was called.

Two or more waitresses came to assist the young man. After the convulsions somewhat subsided, they helped in repositioning her back to the chair.

The young man, on his knees, spoke to her in a kind manner while she began to regain control.

Suddenly, the old lady started to hit and smack the young man with an anger that obviously came from deep within her inner soul. With the waitresses' help they succeeded to restrain her violent outburst. Continuing to speak kindly to her, they accomplished to have her sit, although slumped, while her arms and legs still trembled.

A man, apparently a doctor, came rushing into the restaurant. With him he brought his soft-cloth satchel, a cushion and a small restraining jacket. He quickly checked her color and vital signs. Then, he and the young man gently wrapped her and the cushion, and carried the lady from the restaurant to await the ambulance.


Points to ponder:

Where did the doctor come from?  Did he have a scanner on to intercept the emergency call? If so, I praise God for people like that who would give up a Sunday lunch or a nap to rush to a need that is within their reach.

Why did the old woman beat and slap at the young man? He obviously gave up his time to treat his grandmother, or maybe simply an older lady, to lunch at a good, nice restaurant. I'm sure the woman initially accepted the young man's gracious offer and came with him willingly.

I'm not, by all means, condemning the old lady. I've seen several times, in my three-score-and-twelve years, when totally unbecoming and irrational behavior, or words, sprang forth from an old person.

In my mother's last days she became a person that I never saw or knew before. It was almost like little demons were coming out and grasping for a new home. It is scary to think that we as humans are all alike and capable of irrational deeds. The battle in us between good and evil rages since we were born. Don't ever say, "I'm not going to be like that when I get old."

To cap this little story, please read just these two verses in the bible:     Ephesians  6:12-13

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