I'm not cut out for this!

A few months after I met Mark, I was working part time at University hospital in the EEG department transcribing notes about their patients.  I was still attending Powelson Business Institute (which is now Bryant and Stratton) in Syracuse.  My course of study was their secretarial program, but I was mostly interested in Medical Terminology and Transcription.   I remember that I had worked only about two weeks in that department when a little baby came in for the EEG test (that measures the electrical activity of the brain).  He was probably no more than 8 months old. He was an adorable bald baby.  My eye was drawn to his misshapen head.  From the side to the back of his head there was a bulge that protruded out about an inch and was as big as an orange.  I noticed that the mom was calm as the baby fussed and screamed while the electrodes were placed on his head.  I was in the office where there was a window to see what was happening in the procedure room.  I was typing and listening to the cassette with notes from a different patient, but my heart was breaking for this fussy baby who was obviously very ill.  The overwhelming heaviness of the situation hit me hard.  I stood up and told my boss that I was going on break for a few minutes.  I walked to the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby.  I got off the elevator and walked toward the pay phone booth.  I dug for my dime in my pocket and first called my mom and told her about my day.  Then I dialed Mark’s number.  I completely lost it.  I cried and cried and cried.  I told him that I wasn’t cut out for the medical field and I have made a very big mistake thinking that I could do this job.  He said “I will be right there.”  Within 15 minutes, he was pulling up in front of the hospital.  He came around his car and wrapped his big arms around me and held me while I cried and cried.  He said “it’s alright hunno.”  He waited while I walked up to the office, told my boss that I was quitting immediately and I left.  I knew that my future would not ever again include anything medical because I just wasn’t supposed to be that distraught ever again.  Can you just hear God’s conversation with his entourage of angels as I proclaimed my future life without dealing with sickness ever again.  God knew that it was exactly what I was meant to do and the man that was nurturing me through this struggle was the exact man that God placed in my life to nurture and walk alongside over decade-long trial.  As we stood outside of a hospital holding each other,  we had no idea that the same scene would be repeated years later in many hospital rooms and procedure rooms, growing in commitment and love to each other and the Lord.