On a mild winter night, my niece was brought home by two police officers. She had been drinking and was found lying in the snow. I think it was by the grace of God that the person who found her decided to smoke outside.
The lady said, “She saw a person staggering and kept falling many times. The last time she fell she didn’t get up right away.” I guess that’s when she decided to call the police.
She was brought home soaking wet to her bones. My mother was told to change her clothes and take her to the hospital. When they got there, she was immediately admitted and covered with heated blankets. When she was brought in, she was incoherent and foaming at the mouth. The doctor checked her body temperature. He said it was low.
The next day when my mother went to get her, she was still groggy and talking gibberish. My mother was told that if the night had been colder and snowing or if she was found much later, you wouldn’t be seeing her sitting with us today!
My niece was only 12 years old when this incident happened. She’s now 14, alive and healthy. She was asked by the doctor who sold the booze to them and she has named the person. My mother said, “If she were taken from me, no amount of words would or could be said to mend my broken heart. I have been living with my grandchild for 11 years now.”
It was by the words of encouragement of the doctor who attended to my niece that I’m writing this, so all could read.
My mother was told she could go on the air at the radio station and talk about this with the doctor by her side. She said she will someday, but right now putting it down on paper is the thing to do.
In closing we (the family) would like to thank the lady who found her and the two police officers who brought her home. We are forever in your debt and praise the Lord for you every day. Their names are Bessie Napash, Donna Rupert and Christopher Cox Sr.
Written by Joanne Snowboy for my mother Emily Snowboy