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Author:  Doug Lang
E-mail:  not available
Date:  3/12/2004 1:52:37 AM
Subject:  Neil Thain
Message:  Twenty-nine years ago
a young man fell off a truck,
landing his belly on a stone stair
and busting his intestines open.

As he lay there moaning
his co-workers tried to get him
to sit up so they could give him
a drink of water.

A first-aid attendant arrived
and told them to stop,
saying the young man may be
bleeding intenally, and water
could threaten his life.

In minutes an ambulance arrived
and Neil Thain accompanied the man
to the hospital.

The young man remembered, later,
how he had watched his body
flail on the steel table below
unable to manage the great pain.

His sweet body was in shock,
and he had left it for a dry place
where it was warm and bright.

He remembered, too, the nurses
in their white uniforms and crisp caps,
how they looked like sailboats
from high up above.

Two co-workers rushed in
still wearing their hard hats
and one of them, a friend to
the young man in shock,
fainted in the other one's arms.

Neil Thain was there still,
and he attended to the one
who had fainted.

There was an operation
and the young man remembered
watching doctors open his body
from breastplate to pelvic bone,
blood coming red as they cut him.

His blood pressure was dangerously low,
and he could tell, watching them,
that they didn't have much time.

The young man can't remember
where he went after that.
He was in a coma for thirty-six hours.

Then he felt raindrops
landing lightly on his cheeks
and heard himself whisper
"It's raining."

His voice and throat were so dry
he swallowed and tried again.

"It's raining," he said.

He felt a hand on his forehead
and opened his eyes.
It was his mother's hand.

Her tears were dripping
on his face, the droplets
rolling into his ears.

"I love you," she said
and kissed his cheek.

"Your tears were the rain,"
she remembers him saying to her.

Twenty-nine years later,
the man, not so young anymore,
yesterday achieved his second level
of first-aid training, and passed
the test with flying colors.

Thanks, Neil.

I am still able to feel
the raindrops on my face.


 Neil Thain by Doug Lang at 3/12/2004 1:52:37 AM
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