Three brothers and a handicapped mother on an improvised wheelchair arrived at the emergency room of the psychiatric hospital. All of them was poorly groomed and barely had a bath in a week. The wheelchair of the mother was a recycled one with a monoblock chair as its seat. The mother has wounds and she has edematous legs. And if that scenario wasn't enough to move you to tears, the three brothers were all mentally ill. No sane person brought them to the hospital. The mother has poor eyesight and she was waving crumpled paper money trying to hand it to one of her sons to pay the ER fee. Our head nurse was moved to tears. The psychiatrists interviewed the brothers and admitted the two, the most stable one was sent home to take care of their aged mother. Our head nurse gave them free medicines for continuous treatment at home.
The mother looked in pain. She was cold and was looking for her socks which weren't there in the first place.
The scene was heartbreaking. How could a family have such fate? I asked God how such things could happen and yes I didn't get a definite answer but just this: God loves them and He knows them and where they are and he cares...definitely.
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