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She played high school basketball. Her twin sister was a starter for the team, but Meggan enjoyed her role as an up off the bench replacement when players of a higher caliber needed to rest. Her team came before her individuality.
The newspapers said there were no warning signs. There usually isn’t with a brain aneurysm. In an instant, Meggan and her family had their lives turned upside down. The damage to Meggan’s brain is irreversible, and the heartache her mother, father, and sister endure borders on immeasurable. A beautiful honor student with a bright future had been sentenced to life inside a nursing home, partially paralyzed and suffering severe brain damage.
Another family, my family, reads about the human tragedy. There is little we can do but read about it in the newspapers. I wonder what I would do if it was one of my little girls. Could my heart handle it? Would I be able to cope with such disaster? I don’t even want to read the articles anymore, but I do pray for Meggan, and for her mother, and for her father, and for her twin sister.
Months went by. More stories about Meggan appear in the paper. I read them by accident, or so I tell myself that’s why I read them. I really read them because I wanted to do more than just learn about the heartbreak, I wanted to do something. I gathered my family and asked them if they would like to volunteer to read to and keep Meggan company when her relatives were not already doing so. As I expected, they were more than willing to assist in anyway they could.
We spent a few days each month reading to Meggan. We read from magazines. We read from books. We read from the Bible. But most of all, we read from our hearts, because we wanted to believe she could hear us. She wasn’t in a coma, and her eyes and head turned toward us when we entered her room or when we began reading.
On more than one occasion my daughters asked if Meggan could hear us. I always responded, “She hears you.” See, I knew that even if Meggan couldn’t hear my little girls reading to her from the side of her bed at that time, one day, many years from now, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords would introduce Meggan and my girls to each other. And even if Meggan never heard the actual vocals when they were performed, nothing could sound sweeter than hearing Jesus tell Meggan that these two women read to her when all three of them were much younger.
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