Camille Paglia |
Camille Paglia |
Freak Accident
By definition a Bystander is one who stands by and just watches things transpire, but on Super Bowl Sunday, a freak accident made me a participant. Around 1:00 in the afternoon, I went into my bedroom to take off my slippers and put on my sneakers so that my wife could drive me to a Covid testing center in preparation for a heart catherization this Thursday. As I always do, I sat down in an old wooden chair that I had used for years to put on my shoes and socks. *
However, this time the chair collapsed beneath me and I crashed to the floor. I was apparently unhurt but then I noticed blood flowing down my head, On the way down, I had banged the back of my head on a nearby windowsill. So there I was on the floor profusely bleeding and, like most 83-year-old men, unable to get up. I yelled repeatedly for my wife who was at the opposite end of our house on the phone with our daughter Anne in California. While waiting for her to respond, I got my handkerchief out and placed in on my head, but it did little to staunch the flow of blood which dripped on the floor and carpet.
Finally, she arrived and sprang into action. Linda is a former nurse and quickly got a towel and put pressure on the wound. Then, she helped my get up and we walked into the kitchen where she continued to apply pressure. In the meantime, Anne, herself a former nurse, had called our daughter Kate who lived nearby, and she drove right over. When she saw the bleeding, she suggested calling 911. My wife, and Anne, who was on the phone with Kate agreed.
In no time at all the EMT crew arrived, and quickly dressed the wound but insisted that I go to the emergency room of a nearby hospital, especially since I was on a blood thinner. It is hard to express how caring, competent, and professional these men were. They got me into an ambulance, and continued to work. Carlos asked constant questions not just for information, but I guess to test my mental condition. Fortunately, I had no headache or dizziness. At the same time, he took my blood pressure which was very high, and inserted an IV to save time at the hospital.
At the ER the people were equally competent. They wheeled me into and room with no delay or red tape. It seemed only a minute before a doctor walked in, introduced himself, and proceeded to look at the wound. It turned out to be an artery that was bleeding, and without hesitation he put four staples into my head, and the bleeding stopped. A miracle! Who was it who came up with that idea? The rest seemed even easier.
The doctor recommended a Tetanus shot, and a CAT SCAN to be sure there was no internal bleeding. That kept me there for a couple of hours but Linda, Kate, and another daughter, Jane, came over to keep me company. The CAT SCAN results were negative and I was free to go home. Jane and her husband Greg drove us home where we found that Kate had cleaned up the mess beautifully. All the while, Anne had directed everything from California.
I highly recommend that young men marry nurses, and have daughters.
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*The chair was gifted to us many years ago by a beloved neighbor as a momento of her mother. It must have been 100 years old but I loved it because it was not only comfortable but somewhat low so that I could reach my feet. I had noticed that it had been getting a little creaky but never bothered to check it out.
Last week I attended a Mass for Sister Mary Rita, a Dominican sister, who had been principal of Our Lady of the Assumption school in Fairfield from 1979-1996. My six children attended that school. For some years when my four daughters were at Assumption, I coached the girls’ softball team and got to know Sister Mary Rita a little better than usual. As well as an outstanding principal, she was a strong supporter of girls’ sports.
Every year at Assumption there was a sports banquet, and on one occasion I was asked to say a few words about my team. I recall looking out at the assembled parents with their children and thinking that they were sacrificing their lives for their children, and then I saw sister Mary Rita’s smiling face, and the realization struck me that she was giving her own life for other people’s children year in and year out.
A multitude of people like her will never be officially canonized, but canonized saints are just the tip of the iceberg of people who have led lives of service. Below is a brief summary of her career from the Mass program. *
Sister Mary Rita Sweeney, OP of the Dominican Sisters of Hope, Ossining, New York, died on November 20, 2022 at the Wartburg, Mount Vernon, New York. She was 96 years old….Sister Mary Rita entered the novitiate of the Dominican Sisters of Newburgh, New York on September 8, 1956, made her First Profession June 13, 1958, and Final Profession August 21, 1961. She earned two Master’s degrees, one in business education from Columbia University and another in religious studies from Providence College. Sister Mary Rita was involved in education for many years. She taught at St. Thomas school in Pleasantville, New York (1960-1963), was a business teacher at St. Mary High School in Paterson, New Jersey (1963-1965), at Our Lady of Lourdes High School in Poughkeepsie, New York (1965-1968), and at Pope Pius XII Regional High School in Passaic, New Jersey (1968-1969). Sister served as principal at Assumption School in Fairfield, Connecticut (1969-1970), was formation director at Mount Saint Mary Convent in Newburgh, New York (1970-1971), executive to the Dominican Sisters in Newburgh (1974-1979), and principal at Assumption School in Fairfield, Connecticut (1979-1996). Sister Mary Rita served as secretary to the leadership team of the Dominican sisters of Hope in their administrative offices in Ossining, New York from 1996 to her retirement in 2011.
During her lifetime religious nuns were routinely ridiculed, even vilified on stage and screen, but Sister Mary Rita stayed the course and ran the race. Well done, good and faithful servant.
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*Note. The OP after Sister’s name stands for Order of Preachers, the name of the religious order founded by St. Dominic almost 1000 years ago. Rather than being solely devoted to prayer and contemplation in secluded convents and monasteries, the Dominicans, as the followers of Dominic became known, were required to go out into the cities to preach and educate as they still do today.