A Miracle On The Way To Work

Friday, March 9.2012 I was on my way to work. I left home about 7:40am. I take the same route: Morningwood Drive to Cashell Ct, turn right then left on Bowie Mill Road. Turn left at Muncaster Mill Road and then a quick right on Needwood Road. Needwood Road has a small lake and I always take a glance at it, check the water level and admire the trees. Then I start my prayer and meditation. This road has a lot of speed bumps so I figure rather than be mad the whole time driving slowly I will just pray and meditate. By the time I get to Redland Road I am done praying and end with Amen. This time I stayed in a prayer mode probably because this day I was feeling more down than usual. My mother’s birthday was coming up the following Tuesday. She passed away January 2011 and I was already having a hard time, realizing she would not be here on her birthday. I had asked to be off work that day. I wanted to commemorate it in some way or just stay home and cry if I wanted.

I turned left on Redland Road to the outside lane. I was the third car in line. I looked pass the intersection of Crabbs Branch Way and Redland Road and saw a person‘s legs on the ground. I was beginning to get anxious thinking they must have been hit by a car. I didn’t see anyone next to them. The two cars in front of me turned right and at that moment I decided to go through the red light. I will take my chances I thought to myself. I pulled over, ran out, identified myself as a nurse and offered my help. There were two men and two ladies there. One of the ladies was doing chest compressions while talking on her cell phone and the other was at the head of the person. They were both nurses. One of the men was also talking on his cell phone. He mentioned that they had called EMS. We were all anxiously waiting for their arrival. The person was an Asian lady who looked to be in her late 50s or early 60s. I noticed her coat was still on and I unbuttoned it and starting doing compressions. All the while I was praying “God in heaven, please breathe life in to this person”, and again “God in heaven, please breathe life into this person”. Over and over again I said it with each compression. It may have been a few minutes but seemed much, much longer. EMS finally arrived. They asked a few questions, none of which I could answer. I was the third responder. They scooped her up and put her in the ambulance. I rushed to give them her hat and purse.

I thanked everyone, got in my car and drove to work. When I arrived my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I told my co-workers what had happened. I desperately wanted to know if she lived. A few hours later I couldn’t stand it anymore so I called Shady Grove Adventist hospital to inquire about how she did. Miraculously she was alive. They were preparing to transfer her to a hospital in D.C. Praise be to God she lived.

A few weeks later a co-worker asked me about her and I didn’t know. I never asked her name when I called the ED. Fast forward a few months later, a nurse practitioner student I agreed to precept started her rotation. Right away she asked if I had done CPR on a person earlier in the year. I thought “my goodness, how would she know that?”. She also works at Shady Grove Adventist hospital in the ED. Her charge nurse remembered me when I worked there several years ago and he remembers me calling to check on the Asian lady. I got very excited because I could see a way that I would find her. All I needed was to remember what day that was. Thankfully I had written it in my gratitude journal. Now the search was on. The student told me it still might be tedious and almost impossible to locate her since they had gotten a new computer system. But she would try.
Thursday, October 25th my student called me in a panic saying her charge nurse called her and said the Asian lady was back at the ED with chest pain. I could come and meet her. But my car was in the shop and the mechanic wasn’t sure it was going to be ready by the end of the day. My student agreed to come and pick me up in Olney and drive me to the ED in Rockville! Before that could happen the Asian lady was discharged. Thankfully the charge nurse gave her my contact info. She emailed me the next day. Tears of joy overwhelmed me as I read her email.

We agreed to meet for lunch. My heart dropped when I saw an Asian lady sitting by herself. I knew it must be her. She spotted me too, a lady looking for someone who’s life she helped to save. We hugged and cried. It was such a surreal moment. I am so thankful for her. She strengthened my belief in God. I just had to meet this person whom God again breathed life into. Turns out she was looking for the nurses who had performed CPR. She was so grateful. We spent 2 ½ hours together learning about each other’s lives. Since then we have ran into each other at Trader Joe’s. She wasn’t feeling well this March so we postponed her new birthday celebration until this weekend.

How to Travel to USA on a Budget

United States are a great destination for the budget travelers. Here you will have a vacation using not much money and finding many free things to see and do. There you’ll find numerous low-cost USA hotels to spend the night. It is sure that you will have a lot of fun as well as your vacation will be enjoyable enough.

When you travel through the middle-Atlantic region of the United States, it is an excellent idea to follow the Civil War battlefield route from Gettysburg to Charleston, with a lot of historic sites in between. Most of them you may visit free of charge or if you want you may pay to take guided tours.

Despite the fact that Washington is somewhat bit pricey to stay and eat in, it is possible to book an low-cost hotel in USA outside of the city and commute each day, parking at one of many designated areas and taking the a train into the city. You will find “park and rides” on all sides of the city, in Maryland and Virginia, plus they are advertised on the exit ramps of the roadways surrounding the Capital. When there, everything is basically free, together with the many buildings of the Smithsonian Institution, including the Air and Space Museum, the National History Museum and the Natural History Museum, not to mention the many art galleries, the statues and attractions on the mall, as well as the fascinating history of Arlington National Cemetery. The Lincoln Memorial is breathtaking, and it’s cost-free. For a small fee, however, you may buy an all-day ticket and experience guided tour buses from one attraction to the other, learning as you ride. If you hop off, you can view the attraction and know that in less than fifteen minutes yet another bus will arrive along to take you to the next stop.

If you vacation in the old west, it is possible to visit the Grand Canyon, Bryce National Forest, Yosemite, and many of the Rocky Mountain areas. Pikes Peak is grand, as is the barren desert south of Colorado Springs. Arizona’s deserts and fields of phlox in the spring are breathtaking. Plus the great thing about Arizona is that you may feel the freshness of the mountains near Flagstaff in the morning, and in a few hours enjoy the heat of the day in the Phoenix area. Farther south, the mountains are a stunning backdrop to the Sierra Vista area. If you’re in the Mt. Rushmore area, not just will the mountains be breathtaking, but you may have to stop for a wild donkey or buffalo who need to cross to the other side of the road.

California has the Pacific Ocean, the splendor of Big Sur, as well as the splendor of magnificent views from San Diego up the coast to Oregon and Washington State.

The Great Lakes areas provide natural attractiveness from Wisconsin to New York, and to visit Niagara Falls you simply require the money to park your car. If you don’t mind walking, however, park farther aside from the Falls free of charge and hike in. You can even walk over to the Canadian side and back again. You will find numerous picnic grounds around Niagara Falls, and you may take a picnic basket and appreciate an entire day there

Master Personal Trainer Mark Bodine sees an article that’s worth sharing!

Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade class from Clinton , WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation’s capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall’s trip was especially memorable.

On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial.

This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history — that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, ‘Where are you guys from?’ I told him that we were from Wisconsin . ‘Hey, I’m a cheese head, too!Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.’
(It was James Bradley who just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington , DC , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)
When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.)

‘My name is James Bradley and I’m from Antigo, Wisconsin . My dad is on that statue, and I wrote a book called ‘Flags of Our Fathers’. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me.

‘Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team.

They were off to play another type of game. A game called ‘War.’ But it didn’t turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don’t say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old – and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.

(He pointed to the statue) ‘You see this next guy? That’s Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene’s helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph…a photograph of his girlfriend Rene put that in
there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima . Boys. Not old men.

‘The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the ‘old man’ because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mikewould motivate his boys in training camp, he didn’t say, ‘Let’s go kill some Japanese’ or ‘Let’s die for our country’ He knew he was talking to little boys.. Instead he would say, ‘You do what I say, and I’ll get you home to your mothers.’

‘The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one of them who lived to walk off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him,‘You’re a hero’ He told reporters, ‘How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off
alive?’So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down, drowned in a very shallow puddle, at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken).

‘The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, ‘Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn’t get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.’ Yes, he was a fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother’s farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

‘The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, Wisconsin, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite’s producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say ‘No, I’m sorry, sir, my dad’s not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don’t know when he is coming back.’ My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell’s soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn’t want to talk to the press.

‘You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn’t see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, ’cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a combat caregiver. On Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died on Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.
‘When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, ‘I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.