Driving down the interstate alone in my pickup, I noticed a cross and some flowers in the ditch. This tribute to someone caught my eye. My memory from years back was triggered and I saw the scene in my mind clearly.
It was a bright, cloudless day in early summer and I was returning as a paramedic from a critical transport to Eastern Maine Medical Center. I saw the emergency vehicles with lights flashing in the distance. My emergency lights were activated and we pulled over to the side to assist the EMT’s on the scene. A conscious young man was being evaluated about thirty feet from the highway and I noticed a van some distance in the woods. I entered the crash scene to find a Good Samaritan doing CPR while a medic was in the process of hooking up a heart monitor and defibrillator on a young woman. Working together, we soon realized our efforts were fruitless.
Journeying back to my ambulance, I observed the vehicle. There just didn’t seem to be enough damage to warrant a death and the patient hadn’t shown the outward signs of serious trauma.
That’s all I can say. It was a conundrum and it was never cleared up in my mind, probably because of the lack of information. However, it does remind me of two verses in Scripture.
Then two men will be in the field: one will be taken and the other left.
Two women will be grinding at the mill: one will be taken and the other left.
This is not an interpretation but an application
Give it some thought.
Gary