Un Increíble Conversación de Almuerzo

No, I haven't suddenly learned Spanish, and actually I blame Bing Translation if the title isn't the correct way to say "An amazing lunch conversation." I've kept in contact with my roommate ("M") from the Rachel's Vineyard retreat I went to a couple years ago.  We went to lunch today at an authentic Mexican restaurant here in town.  A mariachi band (two guitarists, a violinist and a trumpeter) was playing for the lunch crowd and it was so awesome.

M retired a few months ago and has been traveling in Europe with her husband and their two young adult children.  She told me about an incident that happened in Spain, and she said I could share it with everyone everywhere to show how amazing God is.  Her son and daughter went out dancing at a club since the drinking age is lower in Spain.  At 2:00 a.m. the kids still weren't back at the hotel and M's husband wondered if he should check on them but she told him they would be all right.  The next morning they were getting ready to go on a tour bus and M went to her kids' hotel room to get them.  Her daughter answered the door frantic - her brother wouldn't wake up.  (Even though I knew the ending must have been okay since M was calmly telling me about it, I started crying.)  M was shaking him, she tried moving his arms and they were just limp, and she said his breathing sounded like rattling and then she couldn't hear him breathing at all.

M was hysterical screaming and the hotel personnel called for an ambulance.  A man who just happened to be walking by with his girlfriend said he was a doctor from Israel and asked if he could look at her son.  He rolled her son onto his side and a bunch of watery vomit dribbled out.  The man cut her son's shirt off him and was going to give him CPR, but he started breathing by the time the ambulance got there.  They took him to the hospital and he didn't wake up the whole day.  M said he was released from the hospital and began to feel like himself about three days later but she just wanted to cancel the whole trip and go home.  Her son said he got a bottle of Absinthe (which M said is illegal here in the U.S.?) and his friends back in America were on video chat telling him to "have a shot for me."  He said the last thing he remembers is drinking the third shot.

M's husband had given the Israeli doctor his business card.  After they came home from the trip, the doctor sent her husband a message asking how their son was and said that he and his girlfriend had overslept that day in Spain and ended up missing the bus for their own tour.  If they hadn't missed that bus and heard M screaming, her son would have died.  God's timing is perfect in everything.  I want to trust that for my own life too.