Life… Invisible


Life… Invisible

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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I was thinking something very strange tonight.

Truthfully, I’ve never thought of anything like this… ‘before’ tonight.

I was thinking how I have fought my many Life Battles… and since I’m here at this very moment… that means ‘I won them’.

I’m a survivor of many ‘bad things’ that have happened in my life. I’m so grateful to be here… I love to live. The one time I wouldn’t have cared if I died or not… was when my son died, three years ago. I would have never known if I’d died. I was in the darkest world possible…

I was trapped in my grief, pain. I didn’t know when the sun was shining… or what was going on around me. I was drowning in the Ocean of Grief… my husband, Skip, kept throwing lifesavers to save me. He did… Skip is my hero, my best friend, my precious husband.

I was thinking tonight… and picturing in my mind…. hospital rooms. Each hospital room has a patient who is battling to live… their room became their ‘battlefield’ to survive. Ever so often, a nurse… doctor, nursing assistant… visitors come to these rooms for one reason or other…never realizing what they are doing.

They never realize that they’ve entered a battle-zone… they have stepped onto the roads in life where the patient is at that time… to fight for his life. They walk here, there in that area… never feeling a thing. Isn’t it strange? They are in the midst of a battle-zone… yet, all is ‘invisible’. They aren’t seeing what is actually happening as they are with the patient.

It’s strange… a person is actually fighting a battle, struggling to live… yet, no one can ‘see the battle’ going on. No one saw my battles when I fought them… they were invisible.

People walked across my ‘battle-fields’, never knowing what they were doing. They walked on, off my paths I traveled to live, traveled to get to another path in Life. All … invisible.

When I came out of each terrible battle… no one could see what I’d just come through. As long as they never had to experience a battle in life… there’s no way they could understand these words… there’s no way they could see the ‘roads/paths’ I was on … my battlefields… yet, they may have walked on them to pass me by… to get ‘to where they were going’.

Have you ever thought about such? I never have …until tonight. Of course, patient and their hospital rooms ‘aren’t the only battlefields’… I used that for an example.

Everywhere in this world… people are struggling to survive ‘bad things’… their battle-field could be anywhere/anything. There are people who are just innocently crossing ‘in the line of fire’… never seeing, feeling anything.

It’s something to think about… I promise you won’t forget what I wrote after reading this…. you will probably try to ‘see/feel’ when you are aware of crossing over someone else’s battlefield, their paths in Life to get to a good place for them.

Many people have crossed my battle-fields, my many paths in Life… I’ve watched them sometimes… they never saw, or felt a thing. They just didn’t know… this is life invisible.

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6 thoughts on “Life… Invisible

  1. I have had many places in my life that were MY battlefields and I agree, sometimes people walked in so quickly they had no perception of what was going on. But I have been blessed that many people did see, stayed to listen and entered the battle, valiantly fighting with me. Maybe that is why as a person and as a former nurse, I DID SEE. I try to be present for all those I care for, and care about. So sorry you didn’t experience that – but now you will pay it forward I am sure!!

  2. Yep. Those that walked in or crossed into the battle zone did so to ‘pick’ up that patient’s defense and help as a comrade to see the seige to its victory…it’s a uniquely trying battle for the reinforcement troops, as well. 😉

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