..be someone else's rain..

Photo Credit to Jo_Joe

He's been diagnosed of pancreatic cancer. Most often that not he would yell on us, which is acceptable talking about defense mechanisms on the patient's part. There are just times that you are on the verge of loosing grip on your  beliefs and therapeutic communication seemed inapplicable at all. Being a patient's advocate irrespective of their differences, you are tasked to uphold  their self-respect at any given circumstances. Well, that is because I am a nurse. 

One afternoon, I entered his room after a tedious and impatient call. I tried my best not to utter any words that might cause him to pity himself even more. I remember the lines my sister shared to me: " In love, I accept everything. Let Your will be done. In Your hands, I commend myself. In silence and in peace". I drew strength from those lingering words. I decided to speak. I was thinking that if I may not able to say the words I have in mind, I might regret not letting him know what "rain in the desert" feels like.

I was just looking at him for quite sometime until he had spoken again. "I don't feel well". My reply was a faint smile. "You don't have fever, the blood sugar is well-controlled, the blood pressure within normal.  Today, you will feel better because you are taken care of. We are just outside the room if you need us. You don't have to shout all the time." His eyes were not that fierce anymore, and so I continued " Smile a lot. You will feel better if you do that often. We are just outside of your room. Today you are alive, that's enough to paint a smile". (Now that's what I've been telling you that therapeutic communication is not applicable at all times). I continued to stare at him, what  it must have felt being bound to bed and depending on others what you used to do for yourself. I stayed quiet. It was him who spoke again, "thank you sister, I will try". 

At a certain degree in our lives, you and me have been in the "desert"--might be brought by a painful past, a betrayal, broken relationship, an illness, a loss in whatever form. You could have felt that the rain seemed to be hoarded by heavens. The air you're breathing seemed too scarce it almost made you think what's the use of breathing at all. You blamed this or that, you took the different path to find yourself back only to find that you are just moving in circle. You stopped living. You are just alive. Then one day, God might have been missing you so much. He never had a day without thinking of you eversince you stray away from His path. So He sent you rain--in the form of friends, work mates, even sometimes a stranger. And you realized what you missed. You recognized the rain. It was Your Father's love.

Be a raindrop to someone's arid heart. It doesn't cost much.=)