I was taught by my parents from a tender age to say “THANK YOU” on all occasions! Those three essential words, “PLEASE”, “THANK YOU” and “SORRY” make such a difference as you go around your day to day life.
But I will admit there is one man I never had the chance to thank properly. I owe him a lot, more than many other people really. It is highly possible he saved me life.
Thank you to Gary! Gary who found me that morning, covered in blood. Gary who called an ambulance. I am so tired, I don’t think I have the energy to relive that event right now. I have often wondered about Gary. I remember sending an emotional THANK YOU card to the council, asking them to make sure Gary received it, but I never heard anything back. I still have not felt I could face Gary yet. The thought of how he must have felt when he saw my body – it’s an absolute nightmare to me. I have wanted to forget everything that happened that night and that intense time in the hospital when I was questioned “aggressively” by police and hospital staff.
I am not well at the moment – I am full of a cold and I am shattered. I got up and showered and dressed for Jack. He arrived and sent me straight back to bed, from where I have been answering emails and looking at posts on my WordPress Reader. I have been playing him the songs other bloggers featured in SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY. He has been making me drinks and he grilled me a bagel for my breakfast.
He is sitting on a fancy chair I have in my bedroom, near to the window, so he is breathing in fresh air, rather than my germs. But this day is going to be no fun to him, and he is at risk of catching my lurgy while he hangs around. So I am hoping he will go soon. (I love him, I just don’t want him to be ill, neither do I enjoy him seeing me look so rough!)
I am so glad Gary found me that morning. It really may be that he saved my life. Although the past four and a half years have been challenging at times, there has also been so much wonderful. Although today, I feel so ill and yucky…there is this adorable man who wants to go and buy some soup from Bayley and Sage (posh organic supermarket) and heat it for my lunch. But I don’t feel like soup. The only thing I am enjoying at the moment is hot honey and lemon.
I am so thankful to be alive. So thankful that Jack is here, even though I want him to go soon. So thankful to Gary who was diligently doing his rounds and noticed something that looked strange and came over to check it out. I am glad Gary found me – and very likely saved my life. I am sorry Gary – I don’t want to relive that awful day right now. Maybe Jack might be able to help me find you and thank you properly one day.
This is my response to the writing prompt from Sarah Elizabeth Moore