After my experiences this past year, I have begun to understand how EVERYTHING is connected.  I have a deep appreciation for the medical field because first of all, I was a neuroscience/physiology major in college and in high school I was part of the medical magnet ROP (Regional Occupations Program), now typically transitioned to CTE (Career and Technical Education).  This was back when I thought the best route for me was to become a medical doctor because it would make my family really happy, and as part of the program, I was fortunate enough to be able to attain a medical assistant certification, including training for a phlebotomy certification, where we learned to draw blood and provide subcutaneous TB shots and intradermal flu shots. So I typically get excited when I go to the doctor or have had surgery because I get to ask the nurses and doctors a million questions to satisfy my scientific application cravings.  I just remembered how I used to subscribe to Scientific American in high school, a true aspiring brainiac...LOL  I even had posters of the endrocine system, nervous system, and a nutritional chart on the walls of my room....haha...Who does that?

I digress.  As we walked toward the emergency room, my wife chose to walk in versus having me push her in a wheelchair and there was no one in sight except for lines of caution tape with walkways divided, tents set-up in a row, and a security officer at the end of the lines who greeted us and directed us to the ER.

He wanted to have a full on conversation about how this is the first time he had seen it desolate like this because the rest of the day it had been jam packed with patients.  I like to honor people when they want to be heard, and I am pretty sure my wife was wondering why I didn't make an exception for when she was in labor.  So I wished him blessings and we walked into the ER where we were immediately asked to stop in our tracks as the clerk rushed over to us with a thermometer to check whether or not we could proceed.  It makes me wonder, what if my wife had had a high temperature?  How would they have proceeded?

Then, we had to stop at a security station where they had to input our names into their system and then to the next security guard who was taking care of the security stickers we were to wear at all times.  Then a male nurse pulled up a wheelchair for my wife and escorted us to the third floor.  Other than the hospital personnel, we ran into no one and no other patients were in sight.  God was clearing our path.