2 Days after my second Tracheaostomy where a
This would be permanent, they said, unless your Trachea became stable and the prognosis for this was a couple of years.
You see my trachea was badly damaged due to the length of time that the respirator spent in my throat while I was in ICU.
I was in a severe state of depression, I called my counselor and I cried andthere was no assistance at all from anyone - deal with it my doctors said - this is your life.
So I got angry, and I said to them, this will not be so - there will be a satisfactory conclusion, with much bravado of course.
The nest day I was joined in the ward the bed beside me a young man about 34 yrs old who had a boil lanced and which was infected so he had to stay for a five days of intravenous treatment for the infection.
Strong, slim, fit man who looked more like he was ready for bashment (as we call it) rather than hospital. Armed with many cellulars he proceeded to order his women to bring him food and clothes and also to run aspects of his business. this man sold drugs for a living, he said so in his conversations. I was as mad as hell, here I was beside the one creature that I really really disliked - a drug seller, NOT a USER a seller. L was livid - but I was sick, I had my own problems so i sat there and I kept quiet and listened.
His women came, with food and clothes and he spoke to them directing his business much as a managing director of a large concern in a sales department would.
Others came t visit, they all worshipped this fella, he was a DON, he said to one of them, Uno si dem doctor ya, dem nuh different dan we, just like how mi train as thief and me is a good thief a so dem a good doctor.
That statement fascinated me as I always wondered what the ethical and moral standards those type of people had and how they had evolved.
Now, to talk I had to block the hole in my throat, It was interesting and I sounded quite cloudy but I spoke with him.
He has always been a thief, his early childhood led him in that direction in which he wa very successful and went to america where he made the right contacts and was eventually deported for illegal entry and stay .Dem never Catch I a do nuttin he boasted.
On Sunday the day before he left the hospital he was visited by a group of 12 boys all between the ages of 7 and 12 they came in threes as the nurses would not allow more than that at a time.
These were his soldiers, his sales staff, hi distribution channel, these boys carried sold, marketed , and punished as he dictated an for this he fed them and he clothed them and gave the somewhere to sleep. He was their protector; no one could fool with those kids.
No I was in problems. A criminal beside me, many many new criminals visiting, but they all looked at him with the look of love as he did to them. He was firm but gentle at the same time. He made sure that although he was out and the running were slim that they would survive and he made plans for his return and their continued success.
Strange thing he did every night though was that before he went to be he would pray, and that night his last night I listened to what he had to say.
"Father, Is I and I again who come before you to give thanks and praises to thee for thy mercies unto I. I know that these are just some of the tribulations that I must go through fater but I am strong and will endure oh father. I am a criminal, father the skills you have given I have done I well thanks for helping me through this one. But father there is a man in the bed beside me, him don't do nothing father him is a good man look after him father cause him need u help.
Well, all I could do was Bawl.
its the most profound thing that ever happened to me - it was the prayer of The Criminal - I never looked back it has been better all the way. And I don’t even know his name
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