Sunday, August 26, 2012

Miracles are everywhere to be found


     It has now been 22 days since I hugged my children, kissed my wife and boarded an airplane to Indiana. This is the fourth Sunday I have not had to carry a child out of Sacrament Meeting or whisper threatenings about not going to “nursery class.” And, it is incredibly hard to describe how badly I miss it. Yes. That is right. I miss carrying my children out of Sacrament Meeting. Of course, I just miss carrying my children in general.
By President Thomas S. Monson
President Thomas S. Monson
     Today in our priesthood meeting, we discussed President Monson’s talk from the priesthood session of April’s conference. The talk generally is about being worthy and prepared to serve as opportunities arise. In the talk, President Monson shares a brief story about two soldiers from World War 2. One soldier uses the priesthood to command the second to “remain alive until I can get medical help.” Both soldiers survive to get medical attention. President Monson then states: “Miracles are everywhere to be found…”
     That phrase served to prick me in the heart. It replayed over and over again in my head. You see, this has been a summer of miracles for me. Truly. I immediately had the desire to write down some of the great blessings that had been afforded to my family and me. I just don't want to forget.

     First: Recently, an orange “AT” light appeared on the console of our Mazda5. I tried to ignore it for a while. Then I checked the transmission fluid level and topped it off, hoping that would be significant. No change. The longer it went, the more “symptomatic” the van became, shifting hard or at inappropriate times, and just generally not performing well. I finally gave in, found the time and took it to the dealership. I was told the transmission had failed, completely. The van was not even safe enough for me to drive home.
Mazda 5
A Mazda5 very similar to ours.
     When all was said and done, it took 8 days to complete the repairs, with the total bill coming to more than $3,100. Where is the miracle? When we bought the van almost three years ago, I struggled within myself before deciding to buy a $1,200 after-market extended warranty. Our total out-of-pocket expense at the time of repair? $256. And that INCLUDED the cost of a rental car we used while the repairs were completed.
     I think this story will really stick with me for a while, but for an entirely different reason. At the time, I was rotating at the VA hospital in Phoenix. My attending physician was a self-described atheist who explained his views in this way: “Go as far left as you can, then go a little further, then turn to your left, and you may see me off in the distance.” I related the story about our van to him one day. He, knowing my religious background, responded, “Don’t you dare say it. Don’t you dare say God let the Nazis kill Jews and allowed slavery, but he reached down and fixed your van."
     I didn't say it. But I thought it. I can’t explain why there are so many tragedies in our world. I don’t know why people suffer. I still don’t know why our second son left this life before we got to look into his eyes. But I still know that God knows us personally, and he has never stopped caring. Even about the little things.

     Second: I took my Level 2 Comlex this summer. That is second of three tests I have to pass before becoming a fully licensed doctor. I have to pass this test in order to graduate from medical school, and my score is an important part of my residency application, which will determine where I continue my training after I graduate. I put forth a diligent study effort, but I was not feeling very confident the night before the exam. We were staying with Christina’s family and I was trying to ward off a full-fledged panic attack when Christina’s mom, Larna, sat down next to me. “This is an important test for you, isn’t it?” she said, somewhat more timidly than I expect from her. I assured her it was. She then bore something of a simple testimony, and told me that there were tools available to help me and that Rob, Christina’s dad, was willing to give me a priesthood blessing. I accepted.
Rob and Larna Meier
     Rob, who is the bishop of his ward, laid his hands on my head, and I still remember very clearly some of things he said. He said the Lord was aware of the efforts I had made, and that I had fulfilled my obligations both related to school and outside of school. Then he said something that I don’t expect to ever forget. “You have done your part, but you need to quit trying to rely on yourself and allow the Lord to help you.” In some ways, this was a mild rebuke, but mostly, it was a very important lesson that I do not think could have come from information Rob had, but that the Lord clearly did. I slept well that night.
     The test turned into a month-long ordeal, as my 8-hour test crashed just over 4 hours in, and I was forced to reschedule the second half in mid-July. I have absolutely no idea why the test crashed immediately following the lesson I had learned. It was a surprisingly emotional experience. But whether the crash was part of the plan or just coincidence matters little to me. What I do know is that during both of the test sessions, the words from that blessing resonated within me, and I tried to relinquish control and allow the Lord to help me. I received my score last week. It was an eye-popping number that significantly trumped my Level 1 and is undoubtedly higher than I could have accomplished on my own.

     Third: I flew into Indiana without any transportation. I did not know how I would get from home to hospital to hospital and back. My initial plan was to get a bike, and mix that with bus transport as needed. However, it was clear the first day that the roads I needed to travel to the hospitals were far too busy for me to feel comfortable on a bike. There were no sidewalks or bike lanes, and through large portions of road, there was not even a shoulder. I would have to walk over a busy freeway on/off ramp with no sidewalks to even get to a bus stop, which made the bus stop feel like it was a million miles away. I rented a car when I first arrived, to help me get settled in, but it was clear I could not afford to keep the car a week, let alone a month. I felt somewhat trapped, and spent some time on my knees, praying for a solution.
 The 2003 Dodge Dakota that
Dr. Pepple graciously let me borrow. 
     During my first day, I was questioning some of the residents about travel options. One of the attending physicians overheard. He asked me to speak with him before I left that day. It turned out that he had an extra car sitting at home, and he didn't like it to sit too long in his driveway (because the squirrels think it makes a nice home). He asked if I would be interested in driving during my time in Fort Wayne. Of course I was interested. I had known this man for less than three hours at this point. There was no contract. No negotiation. He looked me in the eyes and told me to use it for whatever I needed it for, for however long I needed it, and then to bring it back. I shook his hand and knew in my heart, again, that the Lord watched over me. He knows my needs, even the little ones, and he had directly and distinctly answered my prayers (and those of my family).

     If you are still with me, congratulations!  You have read more than three pages and 1,300 words. I hope you found it worth your time. I did. I am grateful for the innumerable blessings I have received. I am grateful for the power of prayer, and the power of the priesthood. I know that this summer is probably no more special than any other, but right now all I can think about is the blessings that have fallen like rain in the past few months.
     Well, all the blessings I have been given, and the fact that I will be back with my beautiful wife and amazing children in four days. I may even be able to carry one of them out of Sacrament Meeting next week. Thursday can’t get here fast enough!

3 comments:

Spencer and Heather Riddle said...

Wow Michael! Such amazing experiences. I definately know that Heavenly Father is watching out for you and your family. We love you and miss you guys tons! Good luck finishing your rotations. We can't wait to have you back in a few months!

Cat said...

Michael that was a wonderful article. I am always impressed by your writing and use of words. So glad to hear you are doing well.Good luck with all that is left for you to do! your going to make an awesome doctor!

AggieMay said...

Miracles do abound- Thanks for sharing. I know your sweet wife is so excited to have you home! May the trip home be uneventful and a blessed relief.