Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The Importance of Saying, "I love you."

I say, "I love you" often.  Some people believe that when you throw that word around, that you can't be very sincere.  But that's not what I believe (of course, there are exceptions - like the guys who call you, drunk, at 3 am and want to come to your house, saying I love you.  That's just BS.)

I say, "I love you" to my friends and family; to people that I truly like or have impacted my life in some positive way. I believe that love is religion.  The more you spread it, the more you'll find it; and it can be anywhere.

So, I say it when I leave and sometimes on the phone.  A lot of my friends do too.

This past week, I was very grateful that I have said, "I love you," as often as I do, to a particular friend, Ali,  who just got into a very bad motorcycle accident.  He's one of his group (of real cousins) that I call my "cousins".  Ali is a happy, sunny guy who is never down.



That is what's left of the motorcycle.  He wasn't wearing a helmet or any protective gear and I don't think he is very experienced in riding a cycle.

He's been in the ICU since Friday night.  They had him in an induced coma until they assessed how bad it was and gave his body a chance to heal.

I know a lot of people in his extended family, so most of them know me or have heard about me.  But not all.  I've been to the hospital every day to visit him and all the ladies stare at me, wondering who this blonde foreign woman is who has come to visit him.  I've met his mother now and a lot of the aunts and uncles, but it seems like every day, more people come to see him and to pray.  

Last night I was escorted to his room (window actually) in the ICU by his brother.  There were a bunch of elderly women there.  His mother wasn't there.  One of the women turned to the brother (one of my other cousins) and asked, "Who is she?" in Arabic.  I immediately responded (in Arabic), "I'm Ali's wife."  Everything stopped.  Time stood still.  Jaws dropped.  And then I started laughing.  And then they started laughing. And then I got invitations to their homes for lunch.

He will be moved soon and he'll start real treatment. It could have been a lot worse.  He didn't hit his head. His spine and legs are fine.  He had several chest punctures from metal and he broke his shoulder (the fact that it was heavily padded by steroid-induced muscles probably helped).  Last night, I saw him wiggle his toes and I was so relieved.

You never know when someone you care about will bare something traumatic.  They should know they are loved.  I'm pretty sure my cousin does.

Please say a special prayer for his recovery.


9 comments:

intlxpatr said...

I have heard that if you are going to have an auto or motorcycle accident, Kuwait and Qatar have the best and most experienced emergency room/head trauma/ ICU and accident specialists in the world. God willing, he will have the best treatment possible. He will need his good friends to help his recovery.

michelle hill said...

Bless you DG for bringing love, light and levity to that family. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your friend and his family. You are a gift

Astrid said...

I get what you mean, and it's so true!

Kathy Travis said...

I will be sure to pray for him and to ask my friends and church to do so too. It appears he is very lucky to be alive from the looks of the cycle. I love the humor when you said you were his wife. YOU are really special in the way you give others hope. Prayers for you too:)

N. said...

I wish your friend makes a speedy and complete recovery.

Your words make perfect sense. I, also, try to always tell my family and friends - often throughout the day and before ending calls- that I love them dearly. You just never know.

Anonymous said...

I will say a prayer for him, i wished people would take safety more seriously in Kuwait(Helmet, seat belts etc):( I sometimes say i love you at the end of conversations yet people think am daft for saying it

TisMe said...

My heart goes to his family and relatives. Hopefully ,They'll meet him in heaven soon.

Desert Girl said...

TisMe I guess you didn't read the post thoroughly. He didn't die. Looking at the bike, you would think so. He was VERY lucky (God saved him).

My friend is back home now and is recovering from a shattered shoulder and 5 broken ribs. Thank God, his back and head are both fine.

Thank you for the kind words. :)

Expat and the City said...

Wonderful news that your friend is recovering. <3