Charlotte Smith: One misstep turns Easter weekend into ordeal
CHARLESTON, W.Va. - I am generally one to skip the hard part as we head into a happy, celebratory Easter Sunday.
This year I went for the entire experience, or most of it, anyway.
The church sanctuary was open Maundy Thursday with Stations of the Cross flashing across a big screen. Good Friday service was somber and reflective. On Saturday morning, people from churches throughout the community gathered for a long walk as a sign of unity among the denominations.
As Saturday afternoon arrived, I was happy that it was nearly time to head to my daughter's home for a turkey dinner.
First, I was going to wash my car.
As I walked across my driveway something happened, and I fell with such force it was as though I had been pushed. I landed on my knees and my face smashed into my car.
I pushed myself to my feet and scampered inside to bury my face in a towel. Chips on my two front teeth formed a perfect V. My lips were cut. The towel was soaked with blood.
My first inclination was to crawl beneath a blanket and sob.
Then I said to myself, "Get a grip. Figure out what to do."
I called my dentist/friend on his cell phone. He said, "Oh, Charlotte, I would be there in 15 minutes if I were home. I just got to Florida. Let me see what I can do."
He found a dental friend in Charleston who agreed to meet me at his office on his day off. My son said, "I'll drive you." I said, "That's good since I apparently can't even walk."
The dentist spent about an hour repairing my teeth and said they seem OK, but I could need a root canal down the road.
My car was damaged in the incident. There is a dent and the taillight is broken. The estimate for repairs is $724.
Did I mention that in my panic I also called a friend who is a nurse and whose husband is an oral surgeon? I sheepishly said I called out the troops and was reassured, "That's what the troops are for."
I am so grateful to everyone who helped me through this drama with expertise, encouragement and caring. Thank you, Dr. David Pearcy, Dr. Michael Richardson, and Julia and Dr. Byron Black!
As I left Dr. Richardson's office on Saturday afternoon, he said, "Happy Easter. Go to church tomorrow."
When I awoke early Sunday, I had a splitting headache, went back to sleep and missed sunrise service.
But I was there for the later Easter Sunday service when the message was about resurrection and the amazing love of Jesus Christ.
As I reflected upon my little trauma and those who helped me, I was reminded of the many ways we can all use our gifts to reach out in love.
Contact writer Charlotte Smith at firstname.lastname@example.org or 304-348-1246.