That following Tuesday May 10, 2011, my sister Gaby, my dad, George and I were at the table talking enjoying our after dinner coffee. The call came in at 9:00pm. In less than 3 minutes, my brother in law Hector explained that David had fallen from a motorcycle and peacefully urged me to come down to Miami. I remember asking him, “Is David ok?” He stood quiet and after a short silence he answered, “you need to come quickly”. I knew then it was very, very serious. Immediately I told my husband we had to go and threw some things in a piece of luggage. I told my father I had to leave who then gave me his blessing and said to go in peace - that everything would be ok. Got in the van and as I started driving away, Gaby looked at me and asked if I prefer she drove us, to what I agreed. We picked up my youngest son Fernando from work and drove to what felt as the most eternal 4 longest hours of our lives. I sat in the back seat, remember hearing George and Fernando argue, Gaby trying to peace the tension in the car and I just prayed and prayed. I did not cry or talk. I did not want to think or feel. I did not want my mind to take off imagining things. I wanted to just stay still and continued praying for Our Lady’s intercession for David. I had to trust in the power of prayer. Not even 10 minutes later, I got a call from my eldest son, Eddy. The Trauma Unit doctor had to talk to me. I needed to make a decision over the phone. Either they would wait for me to arrive at Jackson Memorial Hospital to sign paperwork or I would authorize Eddy to be David’s proxy. Proxy? What did this mean? Eddy asked me to trust him. He mentioned that my uncles, Carlos and Rick, both doctors were with him. In my heart I knew Eddy would know what to do. He had been my rock in the past when, as a single parent, I dealt with teenagers at home. He had proven before that he could act objectively with purpose and meaning. “Yes”, I told the doctor, Eddy had total control over everything. It gave me a sense of peace knowing my mother and my sister Noemy and Hector were there, praying next to David. My cousin Michael was picking up my daughter Ana Carolina from work in Miami. Uncles, aunts, nephews, cousins and friends were at the Trauma Unit waiting room praying and waiting.
Faith is a precious gift. Because we practice our faith, the spirit knows what to do in moments of crisis and intercedes for us in moments of weakness.
(Romans 8:26; Eph 6:18; Philippians 4:6-7; Psalm 107:28)
Faith is a precious gift. Because we practice our faith, the spirit knows what to do in moments of crisis and intercedes for us in moments of weakness.
(Romans 8:26; Eph 6:18; Philippians 4:6-7; Psalm 107:28)