I’ve never really depended on the kindness of strangers. It’s a sad state of affairs, but I just don’t have that much faith in my fellow human beings. I am, however happy to be surprised when someone exceeds my expectations for basic humanity. This is a story of an lovely couple that did just that.
A couple of weeks ago we decided to take Bear to Dreamworld. We spent half an hour packing up the car and off we went. Two streets away from home, our son started having a febrile convulsion.Time stopped and we somehow managed to pull him out of his seat while he was fitting and get him laid down. An impossibly kind couple saw us leaning over him in their front yard and not only called an ambulance but invited us into their home until it came. They didn’t know us from Adam, but they still took care of us and made sure we were okay.
We’ve had stays in hospital for these before as he frequently has more than one per illness but given he hadn’t had one since November, we and his doctors decided to stop putting him through tests and just wait to see if he grew out of them. When M looked back and saw it happening, we were completely blown away. Not only did he not feel warm when we put him in the car, he was showing no other signs of illness. Sure, he had a slightly runny nose but any parent will tell you that a toddler’s nose in winter never stops running.
We pulled up crookedly in front of a house, and laid Bear out gently on a towel. A couple walked out and naturally asked what was going on, seeing as we’d set up shop on their lawn. When they saw our little boy, they called an ambulance and insisted we come straight inside to the warm to wait for it. They talked to us of their granddaughter who had seizures due to a nut allergy and comforted me when I burst into tears. I remember her saying to me ‘We are parents, we survive. You will get through. You will be okay.’
You see to me, this wasn’t just a seizure. It was going back on the roundabout of EEGs and MRIs. Weighing up anti-seizure meds vs waiting it out. More emergency rooms and specialists visits. Not knowing if this was something he’d grow out of or if it would affect the rest of his life. It was ages after his last seizure before we could let Bear sleep when he’s ill and not constantly check his temperature. Our tiny family spent months bowing under the weight of medical stress and we’ve just now all started to find our feet again. No-one knew how heavy that weight was until it was lifted, and I’m still not sure how I can keep walking forward with it pressing down again.
They didn’t know any of this. All they knew was there was a child who needed help. That this woman they didn’t know, sobbing in their lounge room needed a hug and some kind words. I don’t know how she knew the words I needed to hear, but she did. I feel terrible that they were so kind and I can’t even remember their names. We’ve dropped wine and a card to them but I wish I could tell them how much their kindness helped me on a difficult day.
They’ll probably never read this. I have no illusions about how far this blog goes around on the internet, but here it is. Thank you for giving me that bit of faith in the kindness of strangers. Thank you for helping my son. And most of all, thank you for your words. They meant more to me than you could ever know. We are parents. We survive. Our hearts walk around outside our bodies, with no idea how much each bump and bruise kills us. We are parents, and we endure. Because we have to.
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