The title says it all really. I was very ill with a high temperature and a fever. As soon as I arrived at the hospital the fever had gone lol (Many prayers were said for me I know that) but I still felt that there was something wrong. They took 3 blood samples, a urine sample and did various tests yet they had no Idea what was wrong. After a couple of days they decided to increase the strength of medication and send me home (my white blood cell count was higher than should be) to return next week.
So I am sitting at the nurses station waiting for discharge papers when a young man in a wheelchair pulls up beside me. He was very dirty and smelly. He had tattoos all over his body including his face. I smiled at him and vaguely recognised him from a couple of years ago when I was in for a UTI.
He asked what had happened to put me in a wheelchair? I explained about my accident 23 years ago and asked him about his? He said "I jumped off the fourth storey of Park Hill Flats". I know the flats very well and used to have friends living there years ago. I saw on the side of his chair that his name was Martin.
He bowed his head and began to weep, no sob! I put my arm around him to comfort him but there didnt seem words to say at that moment.
The nurses gave me my discharge papers and drugs and I said goodbye to the staff. I went downstairs to the main entrance to wait for Michelle to pick me up in my car. I didnt realise that Martin had followed me downstairs (In the other lift) and was sitting behind me in the corridor. I believe that he had mental health problems and that when he attempted the suicide he received brain damage
I turned and was shocked to see him sitting there. He asked me if I could get him some "skunk weed" which is cannabis. I told him that I couldnt and that even if I could my faith in God would not allow me to. He began to cry again, his nose was dripping and he was heavily sobbing. I asked him if he believed in Jesus and he said that he did. I then said that you are in torment in your mind  are you not? he began to cry more.
I asked him if I could pray for him and he shrugged his shoulders as he wiped his eyes and nose.
I layed my hands on his haid and prayed for comfort and release from his torture in the name of Jesus. Michelle turned up just after I said Amen, She saw Martin and I introduced her to him. He began to cry as I explained what had just happened to Michelle. We both prayed again for him and had to leave him there.
Why was I in Hospital? perhaps it was just to say that prayer for Martin?
Love Stu!