Does God work miracles still?
Author: Nupur KhalkhoMy work life
I am lucky to get a lot of opportunities to serve mankind in urban as well as rural areas. Being a doctor I have enjoyed the realities of life and work together. I remember being posted at Additional primary health centre, McCluskiegunj in 2003. I had no idea of the place. On the very day of my joining I knew it would be a tough place to work and perform my task. McCluskiegunj was basically a town turned village. Few Anglo-Indian families resided there. They were victim of poverty. The local men had to work hard to make their ends meet. They either worked in Khalari coal mines or were wood-cutters. The glamour of the community seemed to be lost; the mansions supposed to be beautifully maintained in the era of Ernest Timothy McCluskie were in ruins. Kitty memsab was no longer alive. I happened to meet her daughter once or twice. Slowly, I started knowing the place. I was not happy. The lush green valley, clear water in the rivers and pure oxygen to breathe were not enough to bring a smile onto my face. The place looked scary. Residents said it was no longer safe! The place was a den of anti-social activities and suspected naxal movements. What held me back? It was a sigh of relief seen in the faces of the people who were happy to learn about the availability of a few doctors in the area. My colleague and I could not quit. The people looked so ill, weak and in need of doctors. We decided to work and give benefit to as many people as we could.
Though the place was almost impossible to work at, the affection of the people helped us get going. We helped them get well and tried to uplift their mental and physical health. The unique feature of McCluskiegunj impressed me much. I saw the ruins of a Church, Gurudwara and Mosque located at the same place. Though the Holy places of worship were in ruins, love in the hearts of the residents there was immense. The green pastures still looked alluring, but poverty made life miserable there, the quaint bungalows reminded of the shattered dreams of the Anglo-Indian community. No educational Institutes other than DonBoscoSchool were there.
The accident
As a result of bad and broken road, I met with the worst kind of accident one day on my way back home. I was lucky to have my father. I was relieved to see him in one piece. I was in bad shape. My right leg from knee to ankle was badly injured. I knew I had a complicated fracture. I was under treatment. I got leave for a few days but had to resume duty there after. I could not walk. Somehow, I managed to get into the car and getting out of it was the most difficult task for me to perform then. It was the co-operation of my patients, their love and concern for me that kept me going and made my task easier.
My patience
Seasons were passing. It was almost 3 months now. My leg was not working! I was suffering from inflammation, edema and pain. I was determined to move and walk with support though it was very painful. It was almost Christmas time. I was still in bad shape. I owe to B. Walker and team to keep me elated by singing Christmas carols by my bed side. I remember people welcoming New Year with fabulous celebrations and spectacular fire works. I was happy but fear of my unhealed leg constantly haunted me. I was worried but stayed optimistic. Days passed. Lentern season had almost arrived. I could walk with support but was limping badly. My life did not stop. I somehow tried to regulate the domestic and work life balance. I was getting exhausted as my leg killed most of my precious time. I was not able to keep pace with life's rapid changes and needs. I prayed, "God, heal my leg. I want to kneel down while praying on Good Friday".
Surviving pain
I knew that my leg was in such a condition that whatever I was asking God was impossible. The treating doctor had declared that I would have to have patience if I wanted to get fully cured. I was sure kneeling would be an impossible task for the next few months. I did not like the way I limped. Finally, it was prayer time. It was Good Friday. I went to church with support. I was apprehensive of people watching me. I was not ashamed though a little upset about my limping. A time came between the mass when I could gather courage to kneel. I dared to kneel! I was sorry to have diverted the attention of my family members who did not know what I was doing. They were awestruck. Before they could do anything I was on my knees! As I kneeled down I felt scared but soon I was comfortable. I was a little shocked. I could not believe that I could kneel! Instantly I thanked God for listening to my prayers. After 6-8 minutes I tried to get up, I was helped. That was the day I was very happy. I knew, God had touched my leg and that the problems would be soon gone. Slowly my limping started decreasing and today I can walk as before. God performs miracles on his people. His love for us brought Him from heaven to calvary. We should always remember to thank God for his unspeakable love and blessings that he bestows on us. Nothing is impossible for Him. The Omnipotent God is overall powerful!
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