Today we made the trek up to the big ATL, Atlanta, the big city, for a checkup with a specialist. Me, being me, I underestimated the time it would take to get there. I also was not up to date with the information that they had moved offices.
So while it was very near 11:00 a.m., our appointment time, when the Fella dropped me and the littles off at the door so he could go park, it was nearly 11:25 by the time we got back in the vehicle, drove up the road three blocks, and he dropped us off again. At the correct office.
And unfortunately, doctors don’t sit around waiting on patients as much as one might hope.
Yeah, we’d been scratched.
Which I totally understood, but the thought of traveling back up there AGAIN in the near future stressed me out to no end. I asked if there were any options for us. The office staff there were fabulous. The office manager came out and explained that if we came back by 1, the nurse practitioner we were seeing would try to work us in between 1 and 1:30.
It was above and beyond really. They didn’t have to do that. But there I was in one of my least favorite situations–in a town where I’m not very familiar with the eating establishments and needing to feed my child with severe food allergies.
I hate food allergies.
For a number of reasons, but mostly because of the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I have to figure out what to do about eating safely.
I asked the office manager if there were any places to eat close by. She talked about some places that sounded so trendy and different and wonderful that I would have loved to go. However, I needed a place we’d been before so we could do a dash in, dash out and get back to the office. And know the meal was safe.
I asked about a particular restaurant that we eat at here at home. She and the registrars looked at each other, shaking their heads. From what they were saying it sounded like it was pretty far off. I thanked them for their time, and told them we’d see them again before 1:00 p.m. I did appreciate their willingness to help us out. It would have been well within their rights to reschedule us for another day. I am so thankful they didn’t.
As I was waiting on some information about our referral, a gentleman sitting behind Cooter turned around in his seat and quietly said, “There’s one over on the next road over.”
“I’m sorry?” I asked. It didn’t register with me at first that he was rescuing me from the grip Anxiety Girl had on me.
“The restaurant. There’s one close by.”
“Really?” I felt like hugging him. He proceeded to tell my Fella how to get there, while I finished up with the registrars.
While we gathered our things together, I saw him leave the office. Interesting, since he had just been sitting there with us and he hadn’t had time for an appointment.
As we walked through the parking garage to our vehicle, I heard someone calling out to us. “Hey!”
I looked over. It was our new friend. “Did they get y’all settled? Are you going to get back in?”
I smiled and waved. “Sure are. Thank you so much!”
“Good. I’m just heading down to the 2nd floor parking deck to pick up my wife. Y’all take care.”
“You too!” We all waved our thanks.
And then I thought–wait. What?
Why had he even been on the third floor office where we had been waiting?
I have no idea, but I do know I stand by what I told him after he gave us directions to the restaurant. “You may very well be a human, but right now, I only see an angel.” An angel who eased my burden and made my heart light.
Tonight I’m thankful for the presence of an angel–or a man who made himself interruptible to help someone he saw in need. Both are kind of one and the same for me today. I give thanks for a doctor and her office staff who treated us as people and not as numbers. The grace they showed us today was not merited but it was much appreciated. Because of that, I was a better person for the rest of the day. Or at least I tried hard to be.
May we all take the opportunity to help another when we see someone in need. May we all offer grace to another every chance we can. It just makes the journey better all around, don’t you think? We need each other, y’all.
Love and grace to all.
4 thoughts on “An Angel in the ATL”
So nice he was there when you needed help – and shared it. It has to be horrible to deal with food allergies. We are intolerant to many things – and our reaction is horrible – but nothing life threatening. Hope you find a way to make it easier on yourselves.
Thank you! It is always more stressful when we’re outside our comfort zone, away from home like that. Some days I barely think about it–if we are home all day–beyond double checking my labels and washing my hands many, many times in prepping her food. (You should see how I make her a sandwich, it would make you laugh, I’m sure.) I am so glad he was there too. When he told us there was one nearby, it was like a cloud lifted and I could breathe easier. Thank you for reading and for your well wishes. I am sorry y’all suffer from food intolerances with reactions. None of this is easy, is it? Best wishes.
I thought he was going to be the doctor.
Now that would have made a REALLY good story. 😉 Maybe we will run into him again one day…..I have hope. Thank you for reading, Mr. John.