On the late evening of 21-Jan-07, after Arsenal and Man U battled, I was going to see my friend and decided to pass through UNILAG. My trip was, however, gravely delayed by what I saw. There was a man on the floor shaking vigorously, he was also salivating - he had an epileptic seizure.
From a distance I observed him (some people were around him) and wanted to pass another route because I was frightened, but I changed my mind when I saw that he had started to stabilize. As I got near him and about to pass by, I saw some tablets on the ground. Apparently, he wanted to take his drugs to avoid the seizure but was quite unlucky. I was suddenly overwhelmed with pity and decided to wait and see what would happen.
Some boys decided to lift him from the ground and they put him on a platform. Immediately he regained conciousness and saw the little crowd that had gathered, he covered his face in shame and I heard him mutter, "O God, why did this happen here and why now? God why?", as he cleaned saliva off his mouth with his tie and struggled to walk. He was visibly embarrased.
People around urged him to relax and not worry. While he was seated, two girls approached him to encourage him and they prayed for him - I joined in the prayer (my first real step in helping). But one of them did what I couldn't - TOUCH HIM! After the prayer, the reality of his wasted drugs dawned on him and he wanted to use two tablets from the ground but people discouraged him and started to donate money for new drugs. He was so thankful and pleaded for someone to escort him to the pharmacy and I volunteered since it was along my route.
As we walked, he told me about how he got epilepsy and shared his faith that God would heal him one day. I was stunned and I encouraged him to keep his faith because what I witnessed few moments ago, was God in action. We jammed one of my other friends and he decided to join us to the pharmacy. We later went to our different destinations and the man kept praising God.
"God in action? God could have prevented the seizure!", you may be wondering. Well, you're not alone. I think God wanted to show him love.
These are my reasons:
1) He got the seizure at a good place. It was a passageway and properly illuminated. Before it was darkness and after was darkness, he may not have been seen at all if the seizure came earlier or later.
2) God could not bear him lying on the ground, so He sent boys who had strength to lift and place him on a platform.
3) When the man was shameful, God sent two girls to him to tenderly comfort him; and the crowd that encouraged him.
4) God provided money for a new set of drugs to replace the bad ones.
5) Finally, God knew he would need someone to escort him and I was the perfect choice, why? Everybody around was preparing for exams. I was the only "jobless" person there that would have been patient to help and further encourage the man. We met my friend and the man had more company.
He got moral, financial, emotional and spiritual support in one package where he least expected it - in the midst of strangers. I don't know if I will ever meet that man but with what happened to him, I ask you: does God really care?