I believe that things happen for a reason. That very often we are carefully orchestrated to be in the right place at the right time, either for our own benefit or for the benefit of others.
That’s what happened today.
My calendar told me it was my turn to volunteer in my daughter’s kindergarten class. Since it was written in ink on the slot labeled 10:00AM, I got dressed and started driving by 9:45AM. But as I got two thirds of the way there, it occurred to me that I didn’t think I was supposed be there today. I had started a class on Tuesdays (I’d cut out 15 minutes early to start driving)and was quite sure I’d emailed the teachers letting them know that Tuesdays no longer worked for me. But then why was it still on my calendar?
Rather than leave them without the help they needed, I decided to drive the rest of the way and see if they needed me or not. And that was my offer when I walked into the classroom.
“I am supposed to be here?” I asked.
One of the teachers checked and said, “No, you’re not. But if you’d like to stay, we have a center you can run.”
“I’ll stay if you need me,” I said. “Otherwise I’ll leave and go work on something.”
They asked me to stay…so I did.
I ran a center at a grey laminate table shaped like a semi-circle. I sat on the inside with students around the outside. Their task? To match pictures of things like a hat, a hen, a dog and a box to the short vowel they could hear in the word. Easy enough.
After rotating through to the third group of children, I ended up with a little girl named Kesa at my table along with four other children. I explained the task and got everyone started. After cutting out one shape, Kesa looked at me and said, “My tummy hurts.”
“Do you want to wait a few minutes and see if it goes away?” I asked.
“No,” Kesa said.
“Do you think you need to go potty?” I asked.
When Kesa nodded “yes” I turned to call one of the teaching assistants to ask if it was okay for her to leave for the bathroom. But before I had time to finish asking, Kesa arched backwards and to the side and went down on the floor.
I was out of my chair right away and went around to Kesa who was laid flat out, stomach down on the floor. I talked to her (I don’t remember what I said), but she didn’t respond.
When I tried to get my hands under her arm pits to lift her up, I felt her body was rigid. And while her eyes appeared to be at least partially open, she didn’t respond when I asked, “Can you get up? Can you stand up?”
It occurred to me that it might be a seizure, but her body wasn’t moving at all. Her arms were straight down at her sides, her legs were straight out under the table, and her head was turned to her right, facing me, though her hair mostly covered her face. As she breathed she made short snorting noises. It crossed my mind to move furniture, but her body never moved or jerked once.
I wasn’t sure what to think. This didn’t seem like ordinary fainting to me.
After about a minute, the stiffness left her. Kesa began to respond and was able to stand up. One of the teachers took her to the nurse and while I was inclined to follow (and offered to do so three times), I stayed to finish running my center.
While they said she was fine and had gone home with her mother, I just didn’t feel right. I felt a huge sense of anxiety that something just wasn’t right.
So I went to Rubio’s, bought my favorite two taco plate (chicken with bacon and Portobello and poblano) with rice and chips, and pulled out my lap top.
According to WebMD, it was a “tonic” seizure preceded by a partial autonomic seizure that would have been cued by the feeling in her stomach. The stomach cue is associated with temporal lobe epilepsy.
I felt better, but I knew the parents needed this information. So I headed back to the school to talk to the nurse. Lucky for me she was eating lunch in her office and let me in.
I showed her what I found on the WebMD site. She assured me that she would “strongly urge” the mother to take Kesa to the doctor along with this information. She also indicated that this was important because she said that even though the mother said she would take her to the doctor, it was her underlying sense that she’d really just take her home. I truly hope she takes her in.
Before I left, I asked the school nurse, “Do you believe that God puts you right in places you need to be?”
“You know, I really do,” she said.
Then I told her about how I wasn’t even supposed to be there today.
I am prone to look for information and successfully diagnose family illnesses using the Internet. I’m a keen observer of physical behavior and would notice the nuances of body position (piled in a heap vs. straight out) and tension (limp vs. rigid).
What if someone else had been there who didn’t have these tendencies, someone who would merely say, “She fainted,” and leave it at that, so that important information never got passed on about what really happened.
I believe I was there today for a reason. I believe that God knew five weeks ago that if I wrote the appointment in pen in my calendar that I would show up, even though I’d already cancelled the commitment. I believe that someone who was supposed to be running that center somehow didn’t show up so that I could be running her center at the very moment Kesa had the seizure.
People claim there are too many things that go wrong in this world for there to be a God in Heaven. I say there are too many things that go right for there not to be.
I know that God knows my name, my nature, what I will see and notice, and how my mind works. He knows that he can give me a sense that something was wrong and be able to count on me to discover what needs to be found. He knows that satisfying my own curiosity will not be enough and that I will be driven to get that information into the right hands. And I did.
But it’s not just me…
He knows you too.
And when you are in the right place at the right time, it’s no accident.
He knows the teacher who scheduled me to come. He knows the woman who didn’t show up to volunteer. He knows the teacher who assigned the woman whose place I took to the table where Kesa would be sitting. And He knows Kesa.
God is real. He knows your name, your nature, what you will see and notice, and how your mind works. And when you listen, you become a tool in His hands to do good.
It happens every day.
Doesn’t it?