Let us journey back a few decades, precisely three, and find ourselves standing at a humble bus stage in a rural area along a desolate highway. But before we immerse ourselves in the happenings of this roadside haven, let us first explore the events that unfolded moments earlier in a mission hospital, perched atop a majestic hill.
Picture a mission hospital, one of many scattered across rural landscapes, dedicated to serving those in need and closer to those communities. Interestingly, at the time the hospital attracts patients from far and wide, even from not-so-rural areas, forcing them to traverse treacherous paths devoid of proper infrastructure. How do essential supplies make their way to this remote village, kilometres away from the nearest semblance of a road?
The journey to the hospital appeared one-way, with ramshackle vehicles transporting the sick towards its gates, but none on the return trip. Perhaps there was a designated time for the return trip, I would imagine a traffic mess of convoy of ramshackle cars navigating their way downhill or maybe was there an alternative route? Nonetheless, my entourage and I had pressing matters at hand – reaching the highway that lay five kilometres ahead. Thankfully, the return trip was downhill, granting us a time advantage before the anaesthesia and pain suppressants wore off.
Fast forward six years to a fateful day, September 25th, when the skies witnessed an extraordinary event. Joan Murray, a fearless skydiver, found herself in a precarious situation as her parachute malfunctioned, thrusting her towards the earth from a height of 14,500 feet. With her life hanging by a thread, her backup parachute deployed at a mere 700 feet. But destiny had more in store, for the backup parachute swiftly deflated, leaving her hurtling downwards at a terrifying speed of 80 miles per hour. Yet, against all odds, Murray miraculously survived the fall. How, you may wonder? Fate intervened in the form of a mound of fire ants that cushioned her impact with the ground. These resilient creatures unknowingly became her saviours, but not before injecting a surge of adrenaline into her system as they stung her over 200 times, ensuring her heart continued to beat.
In reflecting upon these two remarkable stories, one cannot help but draw parallels and ponder the divine intervention that may have unfolded. Were those roadside stings, although seemingly unnecessary, part of a grander plan? The ants, unwittingly placed in Murray's path, became her guardian angels. Who can fathom the sequence of events that may have unfolded had these seemingly trivial encounters not taken place? "A man's heart plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps." Proverbs 16:9 (NKJV)
So, as we continue on our own journeys, let us keep our hearts open to the whispers of fate and the miracles that can manifest from the unlikeliest of sources. For in the tapestry of life, every encounter, no matter how small, has the power to change our trajectory and shape our ultimate destination.
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