Jenelle's Experience

Week of May 24

The economy was collapsing, I had lost my job and my previous employer was laying people off. I applied for a job with the Census Bureau.
In the spring I was trained and sent out as a pre-census canvasser. I was working a familiar neighborhood when a former acquaintance came out to say hello. She walked with me as I made my way around the block always canvassing to the right.

She told me she had lost her husband in November and felt lonely and lost. Its hard for her to get around and she has to take the bus to get anywhere. She didn’t have a car and she doesn’t drive.
I said why didn’t you call me and she said she didn’t want to bother people.

“Don’t feel bad asking for help, I told Lois,"that’s why God put us on earth to help one another. He would have stopped at one if he didn’t mean for us to take care of each other. Besides, when you ask someone for help you are actually doing them a favor because it makes them feel needed and wanted. It gives them a purpose.”

We continued walking around the block and then she went her way and I went mine. I didn’t think much of it.I had given her my number and figured I was on her call list.

The next day I was canvassing across the street. I parked in a driveway of a house I new to be empty and proceeded to walk the block.

Someone drives up in a van with Lois in it. She flagged me down and said she was on her way to the emergency room, she said she had chest pains. The man driving the van was with Jehovah Witness who said “he felt the need” to stop by her house that day. He didn’t know why he just knew he had to drop by.

He walked in the door and took one look at her and asked what’s wrong. He had driven her to a walk in clinic and the people there said to take her to the emergency room. He said he had other engagements and couldn’t stay with her, could I?

I said I would finish this block and meet them in the ER.
When I arrived she was sitting there alone, feeling anxious with pains both in the chest and back. I became her hand-holder. We chatted and I learned her family lived mostly in Minnesota. I said once she was admitted I would call them and let them know her situation. She called a neighbor, who was like an adopted daughter, and asked if she would come down.

The doctors came by and said her EKG and other tests were normal and they felt it wasn’t a heart attack and that made her feel better. When her neighbor arrived she seemed agitated and more upset than the situation called for and I didn’t understand why. By this time it was nearly 7 P.M. and Lois was getting hungry so I left her with her neighbor and went out to get some food.

I brought her some chicken soup and a turkey sandwich which seemed to hit the spot. When they finally found her a bed the neighbor and I accompanied her to her room.
Later when the medical staff came in for another test the neighbor and I waited out in the hall. I was the first time we were together without Lois.

It was then that the neighbor told me Lois’s adult son passed away in Minnesota that afternoon. It was out of the blue. He had had a ski mobile accident months before and had been in rehab and seemed to be healing. Apparently a blood clot broke loose from somewhere and lodged in his heart.

Her neighbor was distraught. How could she tell Lois under the circumstances. She shared the mews with the medical staff who suggested waiting until the next day when all the tests would be back.

When I returned home that evening I found a card in the mail from my sister. The card had a picture of a steaming cup of coffee and it read: “Good morning this is God. I will be handling all your problems today, I will not need your help…so have a good day. Love God.”

I took Lois this card and some flowers the next morning. She hadn’t been told yet. Later on, when all her tests came back ok ,the doctor told her about her son.

I believe God wanted her to be somewhere safe before she received the news. He even had me deliver her a card.

How else do you explain my reconnecting with Lois when I did, The Jehovah Witness
man being urged to call on Lois,the mysterious pains that coincited with the son's death miles away, and the card with those uncanny words "from God."

God did take care of Lois that day and has since. As I share this Lois is visiting her family in Minnessota and when she returns I will pick her up at the airport.

Jenelle Pullin
Venice, Florida